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hazey - if rap don't work lyrics

[chorus]
if rap don’t work, i’ll be wrapping up the cling
i’ll be going hard in cunch ’til i land on the wing
rapping on the beat, i want crowns like a king
talk like they’re bad but they wouldn’t know a thing
don’t talk on the ‘net, go and ride on your beef
don’t talk on the ‘net ’cause we’ll find out your street
thing on me side when i ride on the beef
got me rapping on the track, i bring fire to the beat

[verse 1]
flying on the map, i won’t ever take the train
all up her punny, watch her running in the rain
i’ve gotta keep it cool ’cause i think she knows me name
ends coming hot like i’m living out in spain
i’m coming for the money, i’m not coming for the fame
bro, i’ve gotta keep it smart ’cause this life’s not a game (game)
i’ve gotta switch it up, i can never keep it plain
started from the bottom but the top’s where i aim (from the bottom)
bando, got me up late night yawning
cats ringing phones, bro, early in the morning (morning)
no kip last night, big joint got me stalling
up and down the mots every day like i’m touring
bando, got me up late night yawning
cats ringing phones, bro, early in the morning
no kip last night, big joint got me stalling (stalling)
up and down the mots every day like i’m touring
tryna make it pop like i just dropped a can (dropped it)
i’ve got love for the team, i’ve got love for the fans (love)
gotta keep it cool, gotta stick to the plan
ends coming hot, bro, i think i caught a tan
i’m chasing down man, i knew he would have ran
haven’t seen him on the pitch, bro, i think he took a ban
i’m rapping on the beat, got me feeling like the man
watchin’ all me sh+t, bro, i thought you was a fan
[chorus]
if rap don’t work, i’ll be wrapping up the cling
i’ll be going hard in cunch ’til i land on the wing
rapping on the beat, i want crowns like a king
talk like they’re bad but they wouldn’t know a thing
don’t talk on the ‘net, go and ride on your beef
don’t talk on the ‘net ’cause we’ll find out your street
thing on me side when i ride on the beef
got me rapping on the track, i bring fire to the beat

[verse 2]
i’ve got potential as a runner but i’m tryna be a boss
gotta stay on the ball, i’m not tryna take a loss
blade on deck ’cause the roads are hot
chat that you’re packin’ when you step but you’re not (why you lying?)
grafting, rapping, me and bro on the backroad
in and out the door, i’m always tryna stack loads (tryna stack it)
home, man, or ot, meeting off a swag phone
out on the roads, tryna build me [?]
fl!cky stays close while i’m out on the road
i’ll do it bro or on me jack jones
riding on the beef, watch them all go
got beef with kids and they don’t want smoke
having no money, gettin’ took like a joke
got me sleeping in bandos, hoping that i blow
whiffin’ on cali, dishin’ out snow
got me robbin’ them kids when i’m blacked head+to+toe (trust)
[chorus]
if rap don’t work, i’ll be wrapping up the cling
i’ll be going hard in cunch ’til i land on the wing
rapping on the beat, i want crowns like a king
talk like they’re bad but they wouldn’t know a thing
don’t talk on the ‘net, go and ride on your beef
don’t talk on the ‘net ’cause we’ll find out your street
thing on me side when i ride on the beef
got me rapping on the track, i bring fire to the beat

- hazey lyrics

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