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songer – bl@ckbox s15 ep. 94 lyrics

yo
what we saying then, hat trick?
lets round this off
yeah
outside the box
yo

back for the hat trick, absolute madness
back in the booth, i can never get bored
full time hardest, part time artist
big time goals, but i’ve already scored
and i’m far too high
so levels above, i can never get floored
and my girls back so like my music taste
cause oh my word that’s broad

when i jump on grime i don’t play fair
now i set the mic on fire, you should wait there
only putting out tunes that i rate bare
when i say i jump on track i don’t pay fair
spit bars till i’m old with grey hair
if a dead ting texts that’s straight air
bl@ckbox hit a milli in five months
roll half that shit on the way there
roll none of that shit on the way here
stay clear man better run when i say clear
do this till i’m over the grey beard
off not, shit faced who cares rate beer
i’m the young white nicki minaj
i got lyrics and bars, but not titties and -ss
but i’m a monster, everybody licking my -rs-
that’s why i say don’t talk so much shit when they laugh
i’d say i’m chilling and blessed
but my girl tells me i’m overly extra
and that trap phone don’t make you bad rudeboy
cause nobody text ya
she knows there’s something about me
cause she never ever wanna go home when i sext her
and not one person’s nice
i’m cold, unique
i’m cold and i’m next up

everybody wanna hate on my team
but the bars leave your face all smiley
mad ting n your boy hit a million
i do numbers rachel riley
he said the cheese red, don’t care what he said
he’ll hit the deck like hazard and ez
he’ll hit the deck like hazard and gove
take my time, i ain’t panicking bruv

correct me if i’m ego tripping but
everybody get hyped from a turn o’s
and i’m guessing i don’t wanna be a dj
when i stand off, nut in my fur coat
gun fingers, yeah man burst those
cut shapes in the back not the first row
it’s the back of the shack where the yats at
but i got a peng ting so i swerve those
with my girl man i turn off her lamp
flip my b-lls behind her like bergkamp
i’m the word on the street, have you heard fam
cause your girlfriend knows all the words fam
man’s pulling up in a blacked out beemer
blacked out tracksuit, blacked out sneaker
not ace and spades, f-ck that shit man glens is cheaper
you are not on the same level as who
man is not on the same level as you
sounding like some american dude
got food in the trunk like elephants do
got food in the back like supermarkets
wait two years see who’s the hardest
student life that’s soup and rice
but my girl still buys me the new versace

watch out man i’m ready
man i said watch out man i’m ready
i call my girl kane or southgate
cause she gets knocked out by the semi
watch out man i’m ready
man i said watch out man i’m ready
i call my girl…
– knocked out by the semi
that’s part one, let’s roll

you might need to pause
cause this is gonna get real
outside the box man
this is real shit
different

got to the point where people boy me just to stand out
it’s kinda mad cos in my comments i got fans now
i tell them i’m a rapper and look like ‘what you chatting bout’
they hear me spitting, now i’m always what they chatting bout
but some got chatty mouth
but all that energy comes back around
i live my life just tryna make my mother proud
success ain’t measured for if your pack is loud
you ain’t from west ham so why you clapping hammers now?
so obsessed with image that these people never live at all
they just always want more like they liverpool
to fall in love you’ve got to tell her that you’ve been a fool
she’s got to love you at your worst and at your pinnacle
blud, i used to sit at school spitting in the dinner hall
all of us was spitting only some of us was lyrical
a couple months and now the bl@ckbox got a milli views
a couple months and now this bl@ckbox got a milli two’s
smoking after broken hearts and hennessy for jealousy
eyes looking sunkissed and pockets looking evergreen
and when i mean i sit and think about this legacy
ahead of me, i put it on my life that they’ll remember me
so what you telling me
fam legends never leave
tentacion is playing when i’m 70
i’m interesting, but i’m never inter-esting
so i never sleep i’m too busy vibing to the melody

jumping on a track you know i k!ll it when i speak it
call me michael jackson because i thrill it when i beat it
and i just wrote a banger, but i know i’ll probably keep it
because i have these bad habits where i spit and don’t release it
then i, shout grm or why aren’t you on link up?
but imma build my own channel, celebrate and drink up
i’ll be the biggest on this planet show what time can do
i love that fact that i only know what i can do
and that’s a fact man i’m selfish
and this a mad track you could sell this
and that’s a backpack and its velvet
but time is where is money, so i’m really where the wealth is
but greed’s a disease and i’m stressing if i’ve caught it
i’m wondering if lyricism’s really still important
cause i ain’t on the road and i ain’t really into frauding
so i want to drop a tape but on the real i can afford it

still i spit a couple lyrics how i spray dosh
with an uckers in my shower, is the only time i’m brainwashed
and these other rappers ain’t hot
same bars
same flows
and the same thots
peak
they’ve blown and i won’t
now man allow it
people tryna live a lie but know they ain’t about it
people tryna fit in, wearing the same out-fit that doesn’t make sense man, just think how you pronounce it
everyday i’m anxious, but i know that i’m the man
and if you don’t enjoy the lyrics, you’re too dumb to understand
thats a fact, matter of fact
when the pen is in my hand
i’ll knock you off your feet until you don’t know how to stand
fam i’m next level
get g-ssed like i pressed pedals
took risks like i ate revels
met rebels now we stay winning, everyday collect medals
and we don’t listen what the hoes say, red devils
gab drinks until we down them of course
yeah we down em, and we down em till we’re down on all fours
and i think we’re all agreeing that this vodka tastes clapped but i guess that’s two ways i get a round of applause
and i say i shouldn’t rap they think i’m white or i’m rich
they think i’ll never hold a strally never fire a stick
but it’s f-cked because my dad’s worked hard his whole life just so i can live the life you want your child to live
deep that

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