歌词
See the man that don't know me already
Got my feet up standard
And I got my eyes on the telle
Get me a drink
Not a Ribena
Yeh a bev cos I'm feeling weaker
I'm too stressed u can't bring me up
Makin a mess but ain't fit to clean up
I smoke weed till my head piece lean out
Bagging out till my hands all ree now
Flex in a Merc or flex in a beemer
Suicide for the mind of the weaker
Back straight head high not lean up
Big back like Erin badina
Man a rude boy mc on the bar ting man a keener
Don't bun all the reefa you gotta make it home
I moving but I feel like stone
Hard and bone
Strong and rigit
Man I stack longer digits
Get out boy you ain't in it
Ain't star but feeling finished
I'm like cool soft diminished
So many music it's not fun it's so amzising
So many this so many that ———-
South like tooting
I'm peaking here I'm speaking
You can't see what I'm seeing
Can't be what I'm being
Don't ask don't look stop preeing
Mandem are bolo old school roho
P's for the ticket bread for the promo
Rave or getting the gyaldem local
New schoolmusic that's my moto
Man are blazing weed in —-
Love them highly
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