McCARTNEY

Yeah

Cozy

One new text on my phone from my guy talking about why where who?

I ain’t checked that shit in an hour I’m high and I gotta try write this tune

Big zoot when I’m riding thru

Mum said son I got a bike for you

(Thanks mum)

So I zip thru ends to my friends at 2

Let loose in booth didn’t tek out my

I just spat suttin like a 32 or 64

Then it’s back to the ends at 4

Tryna make ends meet cuh the tunes don’t pay yet

And shit neither do my chores

But is it worth selling draws or a 9 to 5 or invest in my thoughts?

Blessed to be born but it’s best if I warn ya that if you want smoke then my finger is warming

Pen game insane this a warning

Bop in my step I commute in the morning

Put my phone on mute when you’re calling

Cuh when you speak I won’t lie I be yawning

Lay man down on a track like flooring

Now he won’t talk no more like Hawking

Man wanna try and challenge the best

But know Henny a vet

So their mind be stalling

That's awkward

I'ma put all of you up in my storage

You can try frame me you know where the door is

Your nose it be growing you look like sword fish

Pinocchio it’s appalling

Couple man snakes and they’re soon to be cornered

Don’t wanna make man snap like tourists

That’s fake cap like the caps on the stool shit

Make hits McCartney

Got shit lined like Charlie

Not my darg I mean cocaina

Don't wanna snap but I may that's Theresa

Roll round town with my crowd smoke trees up

Man need green

I might know a geezer

You don't know me bruv

Cos I ain't seen ya

Man try throwing me off like pineapple on mans pizza

My barbie

My mandem and my dargies

You cannot see us

No you ain't Cena

Where's your missus?

Nah I ain't seen her

Ease up

Cushty bro it's all sweet don't cease up

Call man a taxi

Queen Latifah

Always score top bins, FIFA

Got 2 phones like a dealer

So now the worlds pissed so I’m trapped indoors

And the furthest I’ll go is to pick up a draw

Ah fuck I forgot to buy rizzla now I gotta L these 2 blue shorts

But it’s cool I’ll make moves indoors

Slangin' out verses and hooks that’s jawns

Can’t link gang so we’re on discord

Tryna lay these plans get bands galore

Wanna cause an uproar of some sort

One more floor then I’m booting down the door

Want the forbidden fruit I’m bound for glory

Story of a yute that's bound for more

Got flaws but I make the floor move I brought tru couple my guys we out for war

I know people wanna count me out but count amount of times that I paid it thought

Wanna be paid in full

Ain’t a debate at all

I paint the walls with blood till they pay me fool

It’s fair is all

I am not comparable

To variables

And no I do not care if you're a scary dude

Lyrics will be tearing you

So there’s your proof

Tunes dem are blaring thru down the apples and pears with you

You stupid yute

Dem man just run like Scooby Doo

I’m thru with you