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m24 - intro lyrics

[intro]
(sillkey)
(rymez)

[verse 1]
i blew a bag up in the store then another on my son
pay the cost to live this life, i blew a racker just for fun
i gave some rackers to my mum, she got a rapper for a son
coolie baddie wanna come, i blew her back out in the sun
my outfit looked expensive, now they’re workin’ out the sum
‘member days i was on the run for the stabbing that i done
fed raided out my drum, didn’t even find a crumb
got this cali in my lungs, i’m reminiscin’ on my ones

[chorus]
get money, f+ck b+tches
f+ck the opp boys and f+ck snitches
don’t let me spin it and get wicked
f+ck around and get your head back lifted

[verse 2]
young n+gga gifted but don’t get it twisted
it ain’t my fault that i took a man’s missus
he don’t fit in, he a real life misfit
they don’t wanna risk it for a biscuit
i grew up in a ghetto, this is real life rap
they don’t know about the ghetto, it’s just real life cap
you ain’t a real life man, you’re a social guy
i do it real life, i ain’t a social type
on cars or bikes, tryna out man’s lights
now it’s nothin’ but lights when i grab that mic
makin’ racks off rap, i made racks off packs
in the sp+ce of a year, got about ten plaques

[chorus]
get money, f+ck b+tches
f+ck the opp boys and f+ck snitches
don’t let me spin it and get wicked
f+ck around and get your head back lifted
get money, f+ck b+tches
f+ck the opp boys and f+ck snitches
don’t let me spin it and get wicked
f+ck around and get your head back lifted

[interlude]
look, this music sh+t you got goin’ on
it don’t come around every f+ckin’ day
when a motherf+cker like you make it, we all make it
what if i don’t make it?
listen, i told you how to get into the drug game
now i’m tellin’ you how to get the f+ck out
you don’t have a record deal? then go out and get one
but you’re not goin’ back on the block

- m24 lyrics

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