Текст песни
Yeah. I ain't know how to start this. Rap like a monkey on crack with no pen, But it was written. I jump over beats like I'm skipping. You can't buy class even if you Pay tuition. It's treacherous tales that I'm Kicking. 'Cause this the gutter, where broke niggas Bred you for your butter. And really where the Diggers get you dug up. All my drillers pucker, and they don't carry knives, But they're cutters. They do it, then it's time For a cuppa. I never share my biscuits, Only with the crooks and the misfits. Anyone can get it, I don't nitpick. The fans say my shit kicks, so when I Don't drop, they need a quick fix. Like when I sold rocks by the Crick, fit. My whole state of mind is thinking that the State is a mess. Living rate getting lower and It's blatantly stress. Was only 10 plus nine when I was playing with techs. Now I'm 'bout to make an app with a Lady in tech. Went and shopped at Frank Johns' When I ain't have no chips. Now I got A whole room just to frame all my kicks. Old heads hear my tapes, say taking the piss. But they played the mixtape and they was breaking It disc. My bro just came home, he done Ate in the pit. Put so much ice on His watch, you can skate on his wrist. All I do is rap in style and it Make niggas sick. I'd rather eat alone than dine At the table with pricks. I'm in my new truck, pushing through my old Hood. Bunch of young faces I don't know up To no good. I sold sweets in my school Before I sold budge. Shit's changed, rocking rose Gold out in Rosewood. These niggas green with envy, we call 'em pesto. That's why the nine millimeter's part of the dress Code. I was raised by Ill Matter, that's the Threshold. So I named my XL Bully after Esco. These niggas woofing, but they ain't got no whoops, They just whooping. I been left for tea, I'm Still pushing. Never could you take me for a Cushion. Lean on who? I'ma show you something wicked if you're looking. I share the line with my slime, like when We carried four twos. Now I sip wine with The vine. They said if you don't seek, you Don't find. That's why I think of crime. In my South West London state of mind.
Youngs Teflon — Da Gutter
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