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Morrisson - COS OF YOU (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
(It's that Hocus Pocus Harry James)
Yo
Yo, I didn't even wanna do this
You know it's whatever, whenever,
wherever, with whoever
Zero L's can't die, this
shit's forever
Look at who just stepped
in, Morrisson!
They don't know about you,
but they know about me
(Woi woi woi, woi woi woi)
They don't know about them,
but they know about we
They know my name and they
know where I'm from
My name rings bells from
London to Brum
The Mancs and Scousers respect my
ting 'cah they know what I've been
through and know what I'm on
And that's 'cause I'm official,
I stand on my own
I don't mix, I don't mingle
Just landed somе work, 'bout
to send out some visuals
I've been putting flavours
in pots likе a Pringle
To all my dead brothers and
bredrins, I miss you
The grafters all love when
I drop a new single
Beg, you took the hood to the farm,
I brought the farm to the hood
I got a crop on my block
full of Skittles
Got a crop on my block with
the Viets and Albos
I used to bag up the work
'til the scales broke
We caught an M, it weren't
sick out the window
We drove off and laughed and
went back to the Bando
And how you kill somethin'
and go tell a hoe?
TY, you didn't need to
tell on your bro
He snitched on himself for a
couple of views, yo, Rack28
hang himself with a rope
Yo, Rack28 was out banging for bro
Slough reject, how you
banging for Grove?
You lived in a million pound home
in Maidenhead, spoiled little brat,
you didn't have to do road
You're a silver spoon rapper
and we come from the mud
Kendrick Lamar, "They ain't
nothing like us"
How'd it take 12 plus man with
shanks to kill one man on
his own that was drunk?
Now, let's be real, what I'm
saying is facts (Facts)
If this shit was the other way round
And 12 white boys killed a vulnerable
black boy, Tankz would've
called it a race attack
Stop calling us opps, little
man, we don't know you
Digga, stop saying my
names in your vocals
I ain't gonna diss you and
say you're a capper
Your own mate Striker
already exposed you
Listen, talking of Striker,
free DigDat
Tryna do me dirty like him now
They tricked DigDat out
of his position
But they can't trick me out
of mine with a big mouth
Rhys, I can see it in your
eye, you ain't violent
I swear to God, I'll love to fight him
Can't leave his block, so I'll fight
him in Ladbroke and leave him
to SteveO when I unalive him
Mya Mills fucked half of London,
you wifed it (Yuck)
So did Tennessee, but you
still wifed it (Yuck)
You dissed me to promote your new
music, you must need clout off
me 'cause that's what Nines did
Ask your mate Huncho
if I'm on violence
I was on my own when I on sight him
I ran up on him and like five of
his bredrins 'cause what's six
wet Grove man to a Viking?
Listen, I'll put the footage
out if you deny it
So behave yourself, Micah, be quiet
You chased clout, then
clout chased you
I'll turn the biggest mouths
in the UK silent
Yo, I got a phone call from A (Abdi)
When ZK got ZK'd in his face
I was in LA with Vlad and BA
in the Highlight Rooms with
machine gun on waist
Then we're rolling in East
with machines in my whip
Man, I'm old school, I've been
in the streets since a kid
You looked up to Nicki Minaj as a yute
And I looked up to Dave Hunt,
the Adams and Tibbs
As a kid I was homeless
and living in hostels
Right in a manor next
door to a brothel
I heard you said Zero Ls got no shells
I got a shotty with a barrel
as big as your nostrils
When I was 13, I was
out stealing whips
When I was 14, I was running in cribs
When I was 16, I was stamping on sniff
And I was breaking down
boxes of bud into bits
When we was growing up,
we didn't have a thing
And our dad couldn't help
us because he was skint
Shit weren't put on a plate like
Rack, how could it? We barely
had food in the fridge
Blud, it weren't easy being
white where I lived
I used to get tested
because of my skin
We only bought guns 'cause
the bullies had guns
Before that we was breaking
mans face with our fists
Listen, I've been through hell
and back and I survived it
Your life ain't been as
hard as mine's been
I'm a grown man, but I'll roll back
and I'll take a picture on your block
'cah we can all be childish
30 and Crippin' in London,
that's childish
You're embarrassing, the
Yanks ain't buying it
I won't say "Fuck Grove," you said
that yourself when the Bush man had
you on the camera, frightened
Blud, I'm too old for this
beef online shit
That's why they dissing me
and I ain't been replying
But Rhys mate, you let down the whole
fucking culture, when Tennessee left
you for a neeky white kid (Woi, woi)
When I went jail, I put work in
When you went jail, you start twerking
Go do a Snow Stream, go ask Avalanche,
he seen me fight killers
in The Ville and get worksy
Voluntary bang-up, yo
Digga, that's neeky
I ain't gotta tell the road you rid VP
The screw that protected you when
got stabbed up, already just
put you on blast on TV
So why do these yutes always
talk like they're on me?
We ain't got no beef like
the burgers in Johnny's
You said "Fuck Johnny" and Johnny's
your brother, you snake, you ain't
got a loyal bone in your body
Ask Potter Payper, he'll
tell you I'm mad man
It was me, Potter, Angus and Mad Max
We hit that lick and left the
crime scene taped off
I really get busy and Potter
can vouch that
You're English, please, why
you acting Jamaican?
We call little begs like you a Jafaken
When you was in yard, man
shot up your whip
And you ain't been back 'cah you're
scared for your safety
Russ and the guys nearly
got you at Tape
Mashallah, you had a lucky escape
You jumped on the 'Gram and
start @'ing the Jakes
Now half of the Mozarts'
locked in the cage
Blud, I linked Fredo in studio in East
He had the same "Shh" as me
Don't know why these rappers keep
mentioning me, I'm a business
man, I ain't got no beef
Then we got the drop
on where TY sleeps
Was outside Crocodile
Dundee's for weeks
Didn't see him once, must've
been overseas
Head-locking crocodiles
and jumping out trees
And if you carry on, I'ma
pull up on Colin
Like Jooka at the EGA office
Colin try tell me that he wasn't
involved but when they drop disses,
he eats all the profits
Yo, I thought EGA's an
all black label?
Well, that's what you say to
bring rappers to the table
The white man you work for
was whiter than me
And that white girl Charley's
playing with your anal
Digga's getting older, now
he's feeling like me
Wants to sign out and live
his life in peace
But you fucked with my retirement
and I'm fucking up yours
I'ma make sure you never leave
the streets like me
Rack5 got a 30, he's a goner now
It's been a month and he's already
been forgotten 'bout
Shit's ironic, 'cause Taze got
Lippy, then Lippy got Taze in
a ring and knocked him out
Now, on a real, Rhys
let me chat to you
Stop dissing me, I'll stop @'ing you
Stop tryna be the hardest in Britain
Leave that to Big Stacks 'cause
that ain't what gangster do
OG, I been about since Channel U
I'm a legend in the streets,
you're just a rapper yute
I'm a trapper turned rapper, you're
a rapper turned trapper
Heard they nicked you in Lincoln
with a pack or two
You got nicked with that
trap boy starter pack
You should stick to making raps
and those Yardie tracks
Leave that Dope Boy shit to the
real Dope Boys in west, big up
Bizzy, he's in charge of that
Stop gassing up the yutes
with your raps, please
Talk street, but you wasn't
in them that deep
You lived off Teerose name and his
works, but when he died, you
didn't do shit for his family
DigDat's doing 30 years
'cause of you, Digga
The police want Fredo
'cause of you, Digga
The judge gave the Mozart
120 plus years, that's all
because of you, Digga
That's nearly 200 years
'cause of you, Digga
All them black boys in jail
'cause of you, Digga
You can't blame this one on a white
man, that's a lot of black lives
ruined 'cause of you, Digga
This ain't a diss record,
it's the truth, Digga
How many yutes have you
groomed, Digga?
Rack5 was a good yute before he
got groomed by you, he's doing
life 'cause of you, Digga
All your opps are in jail
'cause of you, Digga
There's somethin' very dodgy
about you, Digga
And our community's got a lot of
problems, and one of the biggest
is the likes of you, Digga
Stop poisoning the yutes
with your tunes, Digga
Stop pushing gang culture
on the yutes, Digga
Keep dissing dead people
in your tunes, Digga
Hells got a seat waiting
for you, Digga
I'm white but I'm blacker
than you, Digga
I've helped more black people
than you, Digga
Ask the brothers, they'll tell
you that's true, Digga
You reply, I'ma drop Part 2, Digga
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