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With all due respect, I'm one of the best in the world at rappin' I'm from a borough where not many people make it happen It's do sports or sell drugs or maybe make it rappin' And baby mothers trappin', boy, you better keep a Magnum Mappin' out routes before coupes came with Satnavs Boots in my rucksack like, "Cuzzy, what's in that bag?" Back when he would scoop me in the Golf and take me QPR I never thought my first half a milli would be from a bar in Haringey Like, oh God, you could die tryna go shop Niggas outside the bookies, fiends in the phonе box Monkey on the lobster first timе I sat at Novikov I'm from the hood where two pounds could fill you in a chicken shop And the owners probably millionaires, you clocked it Get the chicken, do the dash, we can't live where this shop is If you ain't sharing codes, you ain't playin' fair (Woo) I started from the bottom, I ain't stayin' there Penthouse, the views are rare I ain't got no problem with no rappers from the states You could be from any country, I'll still have you on a plate, uh Niggas tryna use my name to gallop, what you talkin' 'bout? Pen time giddy up, you'll get it from this horse's mouth It's like half the internet just feels safe for speakin' on Those who want to shoot them in the face, swiftly movin' on I ain't need to be in the room full of people who don't like me I just love seein' they face when my tune is on Couldn't see a rainbow in the rain like, "Where the damn sun?" Letras de cancionesI don't play on a console, killin' spitters how I have fun Look, I'll rip a rapper's spirit right out his chest And look him in the eye like, "Your soul is mine" on my Shang Tsung Microphone combat, call me if it's on, ahk I'm on back, sittin' down, talkin', I ain't on that I am not here for applause, I'm just gon' clap you once Still prefer a cheesy beef patty to a chatty one World's in a crisis, I'm at home, sittin', writin', in my zone If you do for him what he won't do for you, then he ain't bro People call me this and call me that, just stop it, call me cold It's injected in these flows, don't wanna have to let you know Thin line between stuntin' and motivatin' If I post it, you'll be hatin', so more time I keep my wins to myself And now they wanna cosign But I've been going this hard the whole time I never stopped believing in my— uh Yo, this is World Cup levels on the mic, uh Back to back with J. Cole, like trust me, that was lite, uh Look at how I'm rappin' now, I started out on grime, uh Never see my timeout, steamin' all the time Fuckin' sidetrackin' from the side, man Not in my plan, go bang, I know, go hang And you're outside fam, this is sport to me, you should stop there Rules to the game before you got here Top table, top chair, top tier, top label, Cash Motto Take no bullshit and let the cash follow Best thing I done was mix my biz with family So no one disrespect and ask or ever chat to me, factually They say no new friends, but still I made some Better yet, some great ones, got me changin' numbers on the fake ones You gettin' money? Hardy har You probably always thinkin' 'bout your niggas are your dargs Just give it 10, you might relate some From your block to the chart, bet this shit will change you Go from being broke to gettin' money, you can't be the same you Like half these niggas sound the same, but they still getting change, too Lookin' at me like I changed, cool, think you changed too I been through it long enough to see the cycle Trust me, I can teach survival, still I'm tryna meet me idols, uh You might see it all from lookin' in my eyeballs Ain't nobody harder than me, dummy, I'm my biggest rival, uh They say I don't get the accolades that I deserve I don't give a flyin' fuck, I'm still doin' the work Niggas want a feature cah they know my words are priceless But it's 2020, fuck it I need 20 for a verse Gang shit From Letras Mania