Letra de Straight Rhymez 2 - Aitch

(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

What 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

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