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Mic ain't got no friends on the mic Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype Cruising through your ends in a new Benz And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike Do what you can, I'll do what I like Too many begs on too many hypes Too many threats when nobody dies Not enough fistfights, too many knives Too many skets telling too many lies Too many, too many, too many times Make sure that you ain't using your cock When you man are out here choosing your wife Make sure that you man are using your head Or you might just start losing your mind Tell the mandem start using your head Or you might just start losing it I forsee shadows, call me shallow Think I'm being parrow, catch me falling Four feet narrow, need more crow Call the green sparrow Cause I need ammo for this old arrow Your seagulls will run from seagulls Score shots, score shots, yeah crow Out here posted up like scarecrows, woo! Been doing this shit for years bro All my heroes are weirdos Letras de cancionesDon't fear us, hear us And please don't let no wasteman near us Bad vibes polluting the sky I know full well that I ain't going to jail Or doing time, or really putting a body on a nine And killing somebody who was lying About every other body on his nine Cause every other body isn't getting bodied, am I lying? Nah man I ain't rating you really though I see a snake in your video, what's the point You're making and taking a video Just to act like Drake in a video Silly yo chap Ask anyone, yeah I really don't rap Ask anyone, yeah I really throw hands It's 2016, every rapper is a roadman And every roadman wanna rap now, really though fam? Mic ain't got no friends on the mic Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype Cruising through your ends in a new Benz And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike Do what you can, I'll do what I like Too many begs on too many hypes Too many threats when nobody dies Not enough fistfights, too many knives Too many skets telling too many lies Too many, too many, too many times Too many, too many, too many times Too many, too many, yeah All rise for Your Honour Mic Alright, let's take them on a ride To live lavish is all we want in life Y-O don't die, we multiply Grew up on the countryside Do or die, young man dies Suicide, we breed like Sewer mice, can't see my [?] but true are blind Y-O till I'm traumatised Y-O but you oughta buy it Y-O but you're pouring white Why don't we want more in life I'm chasing dreams, planning schemes Trynna get my family out the streets For more than for the night As long as we alive, get organised Never had a court order in my life You're not a good criminal, if you're famous for crime Never been caught, I just caught a vibe Never been caught, I just caught the virus Too sick, never been nicked (Never been x3) Never been nicked I'm intelligent prick Mic ain't got no friends on the mic On a terrorist vibe on here in this bitch All rise for Your Honour Mic When I'm on the mic, don't think cause I bark I ain't gonna bite Jealousy lies in my enemy's eyes Everybody emcees, but they won't ever be Mic I'm a lowlife, but the levels be high Talking ketamine high I'm flying, think I need co-pilot's validation I'd be lying if I said that I'm happy That I haven't made it, I'm waiting I have the patience Dead brain cause you can't see my talent wasted Best in the game, anybody go against what I say Fuck a pen and a paper, I'll just smash your face in Fuck the truth, I want the zoot The whole zoot and nothing but the zoot Mic ain't got no friends on the mic Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype Cruising through your ends in a new Benz And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike Do what you can, I'll do what I like Too many begs on too many hypes Too many threats when nobody dies Not enough fistfights, too many knives Too many skets telling too many lies Too many, too many, too many times Too many, too many, too many times Too many, too many, yeah "I would've cussed them yeah But Alhamdulillah, I keep it halal all the time Like, a hundred percent, all the time Like, it's so obvious bruv, even my nan can see That you lot are flirting Simples, it's normal, it's calm." Too many players and not enough pay cheques Only one game with too many faces Too many man, too many many majors Not enough soldiers and too many paigons Too many snakes, too many many wastemen Too many gay men who have got straight friends Rappers getting raped is a pain in the anus All this in the vainful name of entertainment Fuck who's better, too many never made it Too many got berserk turned to an Eddie Vegas Too many lames, too many petty haters Too many burials and not enough acres Sitting there wasting, who said we ain't shit I want names, it's 2016 and the game ain't changing No room for the new generation Cause they just BLEEP, laters Mic ain't got no friends on the mic Me I might send for your whole ends on a hype Cruising through your ends in a new Benz And I caught you trynna move a 2-2 Benz on your bike Do what you can, I'll do what I like Too many begs on too many hypes Too many threats when nobody dies Not enough fistfights, too many knives Too many skets telling too many lies Too many, too many, too many times Too many, too many, too many times Too many, too many, yeah "Yo G, it's [?] I just thought I'd reach out to man Becuh I don't miss nothing out here still I see a couple little fuckery and dem ting dere But nothing but support from southside my G And my gang and everyting man Ya nuh wah I mean so Hate when deez likkle frackles man think They can come up in the game and just think they can Voice their opinion about anybody blud You know what I mean, just because they got little Trap paper on road and all dem ting dere Look, I rate everybody for what they're doing you know Blud when I saw that likkle yute say a couple little tings I was Like nah nah nah nah nah nah nah [?]" From Letras Mania