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(专辑: Double Tap Diaries - 2019)
M1OnTheBeat What's that, Cali? In the
studio with bro, smoking cro and it's Cali If the
cats weren't careful of the
obbo, use a
bally White tee you're moving, John Wayne with the
swammy Two-on-two at the
Tesco, three-on-three at the
alley .44s in a
bag, half a B
with the
strali Five-Five dusty inches when he flinches from the
sami Six 6s, I
was 7+, seven with the
ammi All facts, bro, had to bank it up like it was Hali She came to my crib for a
session, came West for the
wood She ain't shy, takes Charlie for the
low, the
coke's good I
just hope that it's the
same when I
wash it and it's shook 'Cuh if not, I
ain't putting mediocre in my hood When I'm playing with the
yola, baking soda, let it cook Real pain, no shame, I
heard you're nyaming out the
puss I
put white in my city, I'm a
shepherd in a
bush Push a
sutting in your tee, bleached the
flicky, stay shush I
don't know about colly no more Straight cash, had to catch up like Heinz Left a
banger in the
mash In the
pen like ink In the
bin like trash If the
buj come in good, mix the
buj with the
bash Roll it up, lemme light it, no diet Feeling frass, I
won't rise it End up frying, no lying I'ma crash, I'ma crash Dead it like a
zoot, hit a
roach, leaving ash Ring, ring, that's Allen that's belling me "Yo, Allen, what you telling me?" More time that's nigga scoring like a
penalty Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy Six-on-four, no shots, that's seventy Just got a
shot for a
two and a
daughter Come a
long way from a
quarter Just came money, cash, Ps on a
corner Just put thirty grams of Madge on a
phone now Could'a put forty, didn't wanna stretch it Light though, man's still happy with the Z
bit Could'a just pegged it Dropped it on my nigga for a
rack I
ain't running him down, just hit me when you got the
scratch Far from rich, twenty quid in the
crib 18, three chains, two sticks, one score, five jibs, two clips, .44, three stacks and it kicks OT drop packs, two trips Went jail, took an L, went six bags down By the
year came out, on the
search for a
town Lemme just turn on my Grove ting The
one we made it do a
stack a
day, no ghosting Don't rate the
olders, they ain't got waps Consign the
few who never seen my shit back, tramps Lesson learned, not a
loss Went four bags down the
other day but I
found it like a
boss I'm ain't boxing like McGregor, I'm afraid to leave them pouring If the
tourists hits him, even [?] won't cure him Told the
driver don't stop, there's too much buju in the
foreign In the
Benz last [?], I'm smoking chronics, I
be touring M1OnTheBeat