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(Pezmo Beats) Yeah If you don't see me in M-Town, I'm jet bound Lighting up a next crowd, pussy, I'm a vet now Must've forgot young shelly got bars 'Cause I went and topped charts, boy, I never put the pen down Kept my soul, I just sell my rhymes Watch face full of boogers, I can smell the time If we're talking top five and you don't say my name Then you're tripping on the kid and let me tell you why 'Cause I'm the only rapper that be having it his own way Fuck what your mum, dad, sister, or your bros say I'm the only rapper that can run a track with Hollowman Then go and shut down the fucking Etihad with Coldplay I'm the only rapper telling rappers they can't chat to me Same week, raise hundred fifty bags for charity I'm the only rapper that ain't capping with his chest I'm the only, I'm the only rapper left Grizate lizines, this strizaight rizhymes Shell it, then I skizate, Aitchy go blizind All them man are fizake, hate, mizake lizies I'm running to cizake, snakes get left behind Maybach, Porsche, Range, Benz for the drought Don't even get me started what I spent on the house So if I ever send shots, it's 'cause I'm fucking pissed off Letras de cancionesWhat the fuck I look like? I ain't sending for clout I was sixteen, went and turned a benz' to a ounce Tell the plug, "I'll wait for you", like Tems is about Fam, I only talk sense, I ain't censoring nought Must be senseless, fuck your two cents, send 'em out I been repping for my city, little Scally 'bout that action Tax 'em, if it's up North, I get a fraction It's like the game got too gentrified I'm one of the only man in Manny still rapping with an accent Blast 'em, picking 'em off at random Killing the opps with kindness, seen a gangster throw a tantrum Still on the block with riders, boy, don't try me 'cause I'm handsome Doing this ting for time, that's why my wrist look like a lantern Seven summers, here's to seven others I can make a hit song, I can clearly bury brothers If I pull up on your wife, I'll be fair and use the rubbers But I'm daddy for the night and I swear that's on my mothers It's hard tryna figure out the ratio Hm, should I rap my ass off or hit the radio? Hm, should I try and hide my face on every date I go? Hm, should I get a pillow princess or a crazy ho? Hm, should I make another M or go and spend one? Hm, should I link her or ask her what her friends on? Hm, should I buy a house to chill in or get rent from? Hm, should I let that boy live, or should I send one? Yeah, right on the plane Shoot dice on the mic, too tight with the game On sight with the rhymes, talk nice on my name Since 2018, I brought life to the game From the M-Town, Europe, States, even Zante Cooking up with Sheeran, on stage with Ashanti I been upping gears, steady brushing off my peers Pussies lucky that I'm here, all you paigons should thank me From Letras Mania