Aitch Straight Rhymez 2 Lyrics
(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 and your bros say
I’m the only rapper that run a track 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 strizzaight rizzyhmes
Shell it, then I skizzate, Aitchy go blizzind
All them man are fizzake, hate, mizzake lizzies
I’m running to cizzake, 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 like I ain’t sending for clout
I was sixteen, went and turned a bens to a ounce
Tell the plug, “I’ll wait for you”, like Tems is about
Fam, I only talk sense, I ain’t censorin’ 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 throe 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?
Right on 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 uppin’ gears, steady brushin’ off my peers
Pussies lucky I’m here, all you paigons should thank me