Pressplay | (Hal made it special) (LJS, on the beat) (R7 Beats, you know what's happenin')
Yo, it's your boy Mowgs. Shout out my guy Fumez Engineer, Plugged In
You know the Bare Necessities out soon
Make sure you lot run that up. You know it's a BBR ting
Pressplay | (Hal made it special) (LJS, on the beat) (R7 Beats, you know what's happenin')
Yo, it's your boy Mowgs. Shout out my guy Fumez Engineer, Plugged In
You know the Bare Necessities out soon
Make sure you lot run that up. You know it's a BBR ting
Rest in peace, my brudda [?] Yeah, let's go. Ah
[Verse]
Me and bro sharin' all them clothes that had wholes in it
Them my mum went and searched my room and found some O's in it
Nigga I don't need a deal
I just need a couple mill
Big man should run the hill, see all of my bros winnin'
Comin' where I'm comin' from, them niggas, they don't know different
Buss guns, sell drugs, all my niggas go prison
Mummy always moved around when we were young
So that shit felt normal when I started hittin' cunch
My broski, that's a known gunner
Other one's a known cutter
Have a man screamin, ''Oi-oi-oi'' But man don't know colours
Should've kicked ball, they way you're always runnin' to the 'net
You know how much times I saved my bro like I'm Petr Čech
You ain't got no teeth for your mash, it's like your tooth's missin'
Yutes dissin', broke niggas always talk like loose women
They say I'm the hardest in my city, I'm like, Who isn't?
Every other day, I'm gettin' raided like, who's snitchin'?
[?] makin' yardie never showed me how to cook on dose
Half indian, my mum ain't never give me any gold
Niggas hate me, I hate 'em too, we feel the same way
Nah this ain't a [?] on my wrist bro, it's a day-day
Niggas talkin' bodies, but he's fake, just like a BBL
My rich bitch a Louis, had to tell her, she don't feel Chanel
So much attempts up on my life, but I ain't die yet
Ain't no signs of wet floors, so how you ain't slide yet?
Some shit happened in my life and now I wonder why
My brother lost his son and I ain't ever seen him cry
Havin' convos with the Lord like, ''How you let my nigga die''
So I'm dealin' with some issues, when she say I'm always high
But this life I live, I swear it ain't for everyone
But all this pain up in my chest, I swear my hearts a heavy one
I really thought I seen it all when I was twenty-one
Then I saw my darg turn snake, I can't trust everyone
But I was broke, as a joke, on the eighth
Man you niggas always broke and you starve because you hate
It's a big body Benz, got it takin' off the lanes
Niggas chat me everyday, but it's okay, I'm gettin' paid
My little bro, got a ten
And he told me it's aight
'Cah he [?] so they gave that nigga life
Got him starin' at the clock
Got him thinkin' 'bout the time
We were young and we were dumb
We never cared about crime
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(Fumez The Engineer)
Bitch said she can't stand me, told that hoe, ''Get a chair''
Whip, that's a foreign
Bitch, that's a foreign
Brick, that's a foreign, gettin' money more problems
I get a different type of buzz when my line rings
And every time I break a pack, it gets excitin'
And you can take it how you want, I don't take the piss
Yeah you want a feature? Give me racks or a couple bricks
Shout them niggas up in country, got me RNP
Niggas always askin' me for prices, they don't want a fee
Still got feds up on my line, they won't let me be
I don't do magic, hella birds or I lock my sleeve
Yeah
I'm sellin' birds in my sleeve
You know how much yutes got jerked just to get this P
I thought he was my darg, sad to see him fold on me
I ain't even send that yute O and he told on me
I thought you was my darg, you wanna see me ghost homie
And my heart's cold, so please don't trust me if you don't know me
Yeah, I'm from the side of Brum where it goes off
Kitties comin' short, 'cah she signed me off the phone box
Yeah I can get you packs bro
That's no probs
And if you don't wanna travel, send you through the post box
Niggas always talkin' on my name, ain't got time for that
See this shit weren't over night, I had to grind for that
I can bill a strip and get it poppin' where the grinder's at
Showed my sis a hundred racks and told her, ''I can't sign for that''
Yeah
I ain't got time for gyal
Fully on my grind, humble nigga, I ain't the type to brag
I don't even like niggas, don't care if they don't like a man
Fully on my grind, I swear, I just want the line to bang
G, I'm a master in the T, call me Mighty Moe
G, I'm a master with the keys, call me Mighty Joe
He deserved to get bun, it's only rightly so
Prada to the hood, but couple niggas, they don't like me though
Prada to the hood, I guess they came up off a broken dreams
Cruisin' in a foreign, still give change to the local fiend
Feds in my rear-view, I hope that they don't notice me
'Cah I got a brick in the back
And a loadda weed
Came a long way, juggin hard, hittin' town-to-town
My nigga spent sixty on a whip, what's a hundred thou?
La-la-label offer me some deals, but I just turn it down
'Cause I can hit the strip and get the bricks and put the workers out
Yeah
Put the workers out
Told my nigga, ''Let's get this money, put the burners down''
We some ratchet ass niggas in the penthouse
I ain't fuckin' with a nigga, sittin' on the fence now
When mummy used to tell me, ''Son, get out''
I used to jump the train and hit a strip and knock the Z down
I know that nigga snakey, I can see his face
But he don't know I'm really slimey and I play the game
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(Fumez The Engineer)
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(Fumez The Engineer)