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sparkaman – hype on the mic lyrics

[verse]
41 got me laid back, but touch bro i can’t take that
money motivated, gotta make cash
said i’m tryna make it asap
bro said you’re moving mad, you need to pray akh
and yeah i took risks bro, i ain’t tryna live broke
a skinny brudda in this b+tch but i’m feeling like i’m klitschko
or andy ruiz, you don’t bang for your g’s
ask smash the amount of times we had to dash from police
heart pounding
get the money, quick ting then i’m bouncing
ot trips to get loud in
all these runtz packs, hating get your funds akh
i ain’t got no time for no dumb yats
supporters i see that, gotta love that
got family members hating, can’t trust fam
i said it’s real like this
i was out here starving, seen man around me eating
need a meal like this
and bill a baseball bat
your favourite rapper’s lying, he don’t make no cash
and everything i speak is truth, nah this ain’t no gas
she be thinking she beyonce, nah she ain’t all that
in the past i got the mrs driving
whip’s parked now, i don’t wanna lose this licence
when we roll, quick scran, it’s a chicken rice ting
get bagged, interview you know i’m sitting silent
i’m down b12
the roads are risky i’m just tryna get my g’s out
my creps are beat down
i told my youngers “bell me up if you need help”
cause my olders didn’t pattern man with jack all
i just want my stack tall
tryna be legit, nah i ain’t tryna serve a crack score
i’m grinding, yeah my back’s sore
can’t trust your dons around your chick, yeah it’s that raw
anyway let’s get back to the graft darg
they just want a big chain, i just want a fat yard
hating on a brudda, gotta laugh hard
i was tryna get this money, i weren’t tryna be a rap star
it’s mad where i’m from, where the h+ll’s the time gone?
yeah my main plug, that’s a white don
and yeah i’m keeping it patterned
your boyfriend a fraud, yeah that boy he a coward
from brum but i’m nice in manny
don’t get aggy, might slap off your bally
get rude, chat enough crud, you’re a dude
me and riz on a tune, yeah that’s fire in the booth
i don’t do pills or sip lean
i’m on the m and piffing loud, i’m a bit lean
i was spun on 1xtra at fifteen
young brudda with big dreams
they’re like “yo fam, hit ’em with a new one”
soon come, yeah i’m busy making moves don
know how we do don
them man are busy trapping for their shoes don
splashing all their stacks on louboutins
and what the f+ck’s this? it’s like them man have lost it
lost kids, i open doors like a locksmith
we’ve got these bangers for your whip, got bangs for the chicks
and we’ve also got the bangers for the mosh pits
done already said that i’m done talking
must have thought i’m just a mic man
must have been talking bout the country if he’s talking bout i ran
cah i just want my money doubling like ireland
i might hit the m+way, link my akhis up north
still repping for my akhis, of course
told bro “bring it on tour” and them man don’t really want war

- sparkaman lyrics

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