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[Intro] They pray I ain't here They hope I stay gone They know it ain't fair Don't ask where man's been You see the intent I'll be on man's screen But there ain't no stars here That's why I hit Pep I said let's do work I said I'm back now He told me just fair 'cause niggas are suspect 'cause labels are suspect These labels are suspect That nigga's up now We gonna be up next My niggas cut I ain't- uh-yeah I didn't- uh-yeah Da-na-na da-da Uh-uh and a uh-uh like [Verse 1] Man know me, I find the pockets I come alive with mic I'm on it I went ghost 'cause the line was popping I did a treble like Thiago Motta I had a line but a line on line, but wasn't lying in it Mini-mes but man are giant innit It's a concrete jungle and I'm a lion innit These niggas ain't on a level but they're trying innit Innit? Innit? I bring the feeling back 'Cause brothers ain't realest man Say you could pick the best spitter in the scene and that I'll spin 'em, spin-spin 'em like a ceiling fan I'm drilling No love, fuck breddars, kill spitters All I see when I look around is real niggas No deals 'cause niggas struggle to deal with us 'Cause we don't let the pussyoles chill with us I go toe-to-toe with the best of them I'll unload it on rest of them I'ma go like Verstappen You better tell a pussyole don't test my pen It's all rapid if I make a boy have it Matter of fact you better tell man back it 'Cause I'm back, no more love songs No more flash shit Just my gloves and I'm active No more pain now I'm active Bare spray now I'm active Peng ting laying on my mattress Might be a singer or maybe she an actress I took a loss but bounce back, that was a back flip This ain't no comeback track I'm trying to lap pricks All I need is one track And couple of ad-libs Last time I felt like that, I done a madness [Verse 2] So authentic My mandem make threats, we all meant it So you need to check your docs and your dentist If I'm too near boy, they might get pensive Record extensive When I'm in the dot, gotta get under defencing Put me in a box, I ain't telling on my bredrins Your boydem know I never done it And you know we done it But they know it's never getting mentioned So how they chatting about Scorcher's life? And man have been around since Platinum 45 But from a likkle man, click back the .45 Gun man down and get back at 45 I got my son a new jacket, 4 to 5 And a brand new ratchet, man are 4 to 5 So if man get the drop on my spot, I wouldn't act silly It's nothing, we all could die If I'm going, man better know they're coming with me I don't diss back if man diss me We can meet up and make history
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- Scorcher