Invite Only [Freestyle]

Lyrics

[Posty] Yeah man you know what it is man It's invite only You can't call who I call man, I'm not capping [Griminal] Yo Posty, fuck all that Listen, invite only Big up Lil Nasty, Marcus Nasty, DJ Mak 10 you know Scaprs, Barry, let's go Big up Cell More, yo Man must of said that I fell off dumb I jumped on the mic and I sped off (vrumm) Who wants to swing with the Lennox? Eyes getting red off the rum I tell 'em - come I spit that venom - tongue Sting like a lemon in a cut from a weapon Had a minute with your girl and I fucked in a second Suck your mum I'm a legend I'm like fuck your suggestions You can't tell me nothing, I'm flexing I came in this game on a next ting And this year I'm on a next ting - watch me Clock peas at a top speed can't stop mе Got bees in a crop tee you know Roxy Cross me I'll get the cross ting run across spleen Not think you can compеte with the top wing It's like they want the old flow back Got it on lock like you don't know that - look Your beats are dead - the vocals swag Gimme the beat like PAP PAP put holes in that Everybody's talking about holding straps You ain't known like that you don't blow no gats What? Chat shit about me I'm pulling out more things than go go gadge You better close your mouth No I'm not gassed Right now I'm all about hoes and cash Hoes and that You know, fold and stack And a couple real Dons that I know like that I'm still coming for that MOBO fam 'cause you know that a man can go further than Flowing about and boasting about who rolls with the burner And out on the road for the earner - you get me Post? Now I'm feeling closer than further Now I'm in your home like a burglar Everybody knows my name and that's that's that's Griminal You can't move man off the spot man's pivotal I spin 'em in circles with my syllables I'm brutal for the proof, you can ask Cynical From inner school been the principal And that's the head of the class, oh yes I'm advanced Also, I'm destined for greatness - I want my name all over From the press to the papers, then from the set to the stages, independence to the majors I be the best for the ages And I'm better than men that have made it Yes it's a statement Ima get in where I fit in and i'll make more bread than a bakers So from early, I'll tell the rest of you laters! And tell Jammer, that if I ever stepped in the basement I'll turn your best to a patient I'll rearrange their whole shit, I'll turn Jason - I'm ready Blood stains on my apron I rock G-Star jeans and the girls dem are rating the fragrance They're like, 'when will he be back?' I sent a letter to my fans like 'P.S. I'll be getting played on the station' And the spot at the top is actually vacant We be getting better while they're battling the cadence Travelling places The most random of faces Wanna act like fans, but they ain't shit I mean, I mean They wanna pop up and act like I'm crazy I'll take you back to the basics Fuck you pay me From a young yout I was A-TEAM I sprayed with the best of them Spat flames on the rest of them How you gunna pass?; A you ain't testing him B you ain't better than See, I am separate These are my testaments Easily bury them F'd with the letters and G's I am getting in Big like H and I'm dope like heroin My flows heaven sent, but I still fuck with Devlin Lyrics I buss like berettas in double 0 7 I'm double 11 - 2 2's now I got a cup full of Dessin, a slut I'm undressing, I fuck in my bedroom We're stuck up like fucking suggestion Ralph Lauren rugby sweaters Man are talking shit, its like bruv whatever Gal a get swept up like dust to feather - you know my ting Going on greedy again They're not getting no freebies again Hear my 16 bars in a tune And you wanna do your mix CD again Post! What are they doing on TV again? Spitting all swag and sleazy again? Certain guys need to come off the mic And make some beats on a PC again No - They don't want no SM Come radio get smoked on the FM Think you're a bad boy but you're a bell end Know how many man I can blaze in a second? Secondary school man teach them a lesson Got a samurai sword on him, I don't play Tekken What do you reckon? Would of spat another tune but I've already ate 'em What more can I tell 'em? It's all sweet, man are bitter like lemon No - you can't fit inna my denim I will put you in a body bag within the five seconds Bless 'em They wanna act like they're sick, Post let 'em They wanna act like they're rich, Post let 'em Watch when Posty and Griminal catch 'em Bumbaclart You don't wanna start Armageddon You see me? I bring a racket like tennis I'm in the house like tenants Still spitting that essence Bad boy in the past and in the present Carry on talking, watch when I walk in R.I.P all them Griminal the legend! - GANG! [Posty] Jesus man Seeing a lot of you guys phoning me man Don't call me, I'll call you It's invite only man - not everyone is welcome