Ups

Sounds of the Sir!

Hey.

Hear ya. Know what I'm saying, bro? Sky.

Look, I don't make songs for the dorks and the dweebs. I don't want work if you talk with police.

You ain't gotta care if my man's a snitch, but where I come from, that's important to me.

Brother, you ain't better than scorching your dreams. I will spin an MC when I talk in my sleep.

Ain't on my level about score to compete. Tell a man catch up, my talk of the street.

Man know me for comebacks.

Man know you for doing things that you regretting in run backs. Everything compact, everywhere, ever make contact.

Better take it and own back. They're on the net, we ain't on that.

Can't be on here and be a strong chap.

Man are inside on the laptop, chatting about man are outside with it on lap. Fuck's sake! Every day I get cussed by a cupcake.

Them man must find it some kind of fun game, going nowhere, fast, stuck in the one lane.

Better the new brother come again, get one again, we'll spun again, him spun again, everything get done again. Big hurricane, give boy the mother name. Everything got fun again.

I show man how to stand for something.

I bust my gun, I don't make plans or nothing. Big up sincere, man's actual cousin.

He showed man about music and how to hustle. I weren't thinking big enough, like I ain't did enough.

Stuck in my own way like I don't give a fuck. Riding a mic coming like riding a bike.

How I disappear, come back, I just pick it up. I was born to do this.

Freestyle better than all the music. I don't care if a man's ball is stupid.

I don't want work with a poor producer. Life where we weed out shaky charges.

I can't make songs with a sneaky artist.

You don't see man cutting shapes in parties, same way it's all part of the game regardless. Brother, ups and the downs, downs and the ups.

Doing real part-time, counting my luck.

I ain't one of these brothers out in the club. I've been in the blood clot mountain for months.

Brother, who you trying to confuse? Like man are dunks, knowing that I'm big, dark, and my man's a pup.

Must have done too many lines in the pub. On the other side, I'm providing a crop.

I'll save this portion for later, that's all for today.

I think take it easier and we'll get away. These dorks couldn't lay no sort on my name.

It's Friday and I'm on my fourth aeroplane. This dress kid have been misled.

I've been risk assessed, I've been piss tested, and this little nigga's a dickhead.

I get big, big bread and bring big checks in. You caught a lie, bro. Trust me, you know and I know.

Trust me, we got you, they know, hollow the psycho.

She's shaped like a light bulb, contagious, straight in Pythagor. But I'm gonna get her tonight, though.

We'll see how tonight goes. Yeah, stamping the law when we come through the door.

They should champion me more. They can't ignore this entrepreneur.

I'm in the future, thank me tomorrow. Childish, just immature. To lock that, just to be sure.

We all get the same twenty-four. Told you before that this all could be yours. Mr.

Control, rap connoisseur. Splash holy water, just keep it pure.

Straight down the line, jump back down the score. Head split like Bruce Willis and Demi Moore.

Expensive, mindful, mixed with the mule. Get wet pussy, make kids bust premature.

That smooth up stream in a boat with an oar. Got too close and got poked with a bore. Splash of that

Bordeaux. I'm all combat, I'm back like I'm Goro.

I'm in the slums, all in black like a Oreo. I'm gonna switch like a Frank with a Euro.

Pistol free light up, blicks in the air. How comes you're here? You was just over there.

Bitch had you lined up, big premiere. Like Samson Delilah and trimmed off your hair.

Don't wanna hear about what's his face. I'm fucking with the niggas and watch this space.

Right now, I got about three bad things. I don't know if I got enough mattress space.

Twenty-four hours, I'm watching plays, so don't ever think you can watch this plate.

I boss it all across UK. You're just witnessing the top display of. . .

Ups and the downs, downs and the ups. Doing real part-time, counting my luck.

I ain't one of these brothers out in the clubs.

I've been in the blood clot mountain for months. Brother, who you trying to confuse?

Like man are dunks, knowing that I'm big, dark, and my man's a pup.

Must have done too many lines in the pub.

On the other side, I'm providing a crop.