When it comes to grime whos fucking with me Niggas run from the team im out here fuck who around here Round here niggas is without fear Thats straight up opps talkin but we eight up Said i was food til we ate em Feds cant find clues he cremated All the hoes crept right through when we made it I Want the jet white or blue when its painted No jetblue when the goon want vacation Dont step crews get bruised if they hating And get smoked like the zoots that im facing I just do my thing could give a fuck whos in amazement Most likely im the best dude in ya playlist But i dont do this for these dudes entertainment Im in the software they still viewing the matrix But whos gonna change shit you got a nine but i use my mind so whos really dangerous But i can still move with the gauges Put a goon on the pavement But thats two lives gone after the life ill be facing Sometimes i step back when im faded Just thinking this life really crazy shit i might get famous But i dont like what fame is might as well be nameless Its Kamo.
Bangin man on springie Park Then feds pull up in an unmarked car Seen 3 feds dashed the crowbar But it weighs 10k So it won't go far We all dipped shum as fast as we can N feds cant match how fast that we ran N i Cant quite remember how this began But all i remembers the lights on the van N my boi runnin co op n taxin a can While on a chase w the feds is he mad He got away n i bet that hes glad Cah he wouldve got done w the pack the had Jack heartright your not bad its an act Im not gonna lie true say its a fact And even ya brother said the exact Same thing on facebook youll get wrapped
back to attack it's the krush vibe lyrically killin it all I think is grime I can't my past but I put it all behind, I'm sick of getting shit tryna be kind, dnt gas up on your videos I can see through all ur deception n lies, dnt try clash if u can't even rhyme,
coz you'll fail, stop thinking ur a badderman coz ur on bail, people sed I don't have flow at the end I'm thinking I'll make anyman hail plenty man fail I'll be going off like when the food is stale, u can't hold the weight like piff on the scales I'll put my hand thru ya box like mail, don't test this lyrically train leave man on the rails
this aint wonderland and you aint alice but I still run a man down with a malice got 100 bars that you couldn't manage and you couldnt challenge kill a mc and I dont feel famished they don't got talent swear I won't have it killing it whether its grime or garage rap or hip hop it really dont matter life's a bitch but im gonna go grab her they could talk shit im just gonna go faster I used to be shit now im the flow master im the savior a favor I never would ask ya anyone ahead just know imma catch up I aint gonna stop til you catch up to me look at my life gotta back up and breathe coulda been me with my back on the street but thank I wanna spazz on a beat coulda been a thief walking round with the heat or a G with green stashed up in the jeans When I spit a 16 you aint fucking with me when I was 16 u couldnt fuck with me im 18 now but they still wont play me gotta thank god for the gift he gave me gotta thank the mcs that all raised me listened to shady never listened to Jay Z he wasnt my style u could call me crazy rap music was the shit that made me!
90s baby no im not from the 80's I got the talent that wont go mainstream If I sell my soul then lord wont take me I dont care what the label wanna pay me currency currently cant change me currently her and me just got wavy feel so wavy the bitch wanna rape me
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