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rm (uk) – road rage lyrics

[verse]
rm, i don’t beg no one
walk through blood in the field, now i got red soles on
dark or light with the food, man i can get hold of
don’t try tell me bout bars, i can let ten flows off
shots gonna fly back quick if you try bang on us
come through with a big jacket on me like man’s not hot
dot+dot all in my leg so i can bang on the opps
jerk and twist with my food cause that’s a bang on shop
i just wanna make my dough, i don’t wanna slide on man
man talk nuff about shooting but they just ride on gyal
back my talk in the field, man a just hide and chat
treat my opps like luniz, i’ma put five on man
i’m on a madman ting
i was on the road when giggs made ‘look what the cat dragged in’
everyone’s saying “say narda”, yeah they’re tryna cat man’s ting
i just say “bro you can borrow that but you can’t have that king”
it’s not the sizе of the dog in the fight, it’s the sizе of fight in the dog
me and remtrex on the wing, rushed all man, got time in the block
and i heard pr+cks wanna chef me so i’m on free+flow, knife in my sock
i don’t want outside charges but i will if man are sizing me up
my opposite had my blower and the feds spun his cell
put mamba on his head if he try running his mouth
my neighbour ain’t got burn so he just cuts himself
then he heard his girl cheated so he just hung himself
subzero, man went court in a tuxedo
judge still didn’t wanna buss me though
take man’s food cause i love free dough
get stabbed for a halfers of burn on the wing
man got wrapped up when i weren’t on the gym
got backed up on the servery quick
roll round with the shank with the curve on the tip
when my nan died i was inside h+ll
i just punched that wall that was in my cell
i didn’t tell no one, didn’t even ring my bell
and if it weren’t for my mum, i’d probably wig myself
that’s word to my n+gga trex
you ain’t lived if you’re born and then you died in the ends
i told the yutes “get money, it’s not about riding again”
but if man violate then start sliding again
stab man up or grip the mash
am, two firearms in the car
nah, you ain’t ever been to that
window down and i’m in the back
long range shots and the clips are mad
tryna get bread like a ginger man
rm, i’m a big guy so it’s f+cked if i grips a man
tryna leave holes in a man like a doughnut
round here, man can get burned like a roll+up
put two arms in the air like a hold+up
dot+dot small but will l!ck down a grown+up
l!ck a man down and the mash get sold up
and i go gym every day, tryna bulk up
nuff twenty plates on the bar get thrown up
money, you can get robbed for it
talking bad in the hood on a next man’s name, you can get shot for it
don’t involve me on a move if it ain’t got at least ten boxes in
and the strap that i hold, recoil is like a donkey kick
i said it’s coming like a donkey kick
big ting that i’m holding on, sad for man that i’m rolling on
my n+gga put two am’s on a stick and he still hasn’t sold it on
dumb pr+cks wanna start the funk, my n+ggas dem are ending it
don’t try approach man’s car cause trust me we got a skeng in it
front runners, nuff man’s all hard but they ain’t never done nuttin
my bruddas dem don’t cut shapes but trust me, they will cut suttin
anybody try violate me or remtrex will hold a sh+ll
told promoters “f+ck your promo” cause rm, i promote myself
free my n+ggas on the wing and the feds want me in the bin
while them man was buying up red bottoms, my g’s purchased them sticks
and i’m still on the road for a grip, man are mappers banned from the bits
still got a big ting on my hip and i’ll light up anyone’s strip

- rm uk lyrics

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