20 TwenTy (NoT A Fan of 2020!)
Everybody looking 2 faced
I could tell who real and who fake
Well well look at who late
Tattletale looking like 4 plus 8
You could sneak diss, but you won't say it to my face
When I scream "fade?" you away
In a swell mood, not today
So we might as well raise hell on em anyways
You should all know T-Rob ain't come to play
I'm all in, fuck what you say
You saying who not gon make it
You playing, You should know game not safe
You could only play if you tryna die for ya plate
Not for the money you make
Got family tummies at stake
If we all eat good then we winning like
8 minus 1, that's 7
Score score, no mistake
Like hand hockey nigga, no skates
Stress ain't in my forte
Best game chess game nigga checkmate
Know my word play nice, only stutter in my place
Where nobody judging what I say
They all love me anyway
I would love to live on, die for them any day
(Aye)
Real shit, I don't even know what to say no more
Should prolly spend years at the crib
So I don't even gotta feel the pain no more
As I look past mine I could see the time flying
Couldn't even do shit to save my bro
Sometimes I wish I could rewind time
Lemme hit his line quick just to say don't go
I know my brother pulling strings for a bro
I gotta lot of shit to say fasho
Fore I proceed lemme tryda change my flow
If you say I didn't
I already did it huh?
I don't wanna mimic other niggas, lemme switch it up
Lot of y'all be copies tryna get a stick to buss
Know them niggas not me, so I do not give a fuck
Try me it's ya own grave that you digging up
(Ah Ah)
Know I hadda hit em with that K-Round shit
All these chicken heads talking Straight nonsense
You could try gimme head, but you ain't my bitch
No way! (Aye)
No way!
LA told me focus on the bread, not a bitch
My ex wanna see my head with dreads
Shawty miss me with that bullshit
That you saying for a lick
My whole life really changed from this shit
My old life sum that I ain't gonna miss
I'm not gon lie
Hadda cherish times from way back then
When YT and LA was at the crib, old days
I miss my nigga man...
I miss my guy...
I never understood why all the real ones die
(And no I'm not a fan of 2020)
(20 Twenty)
I could tell who real and who fake
Well well look at who late
Tattletale looking like 4 plus 8
You could sneak diss, but you won't say it to my face
When I scream "fade?" you away
In a swell mood, not today
So we might as well raise hell on em anyways
You should all know T-Rob ain't come to play
I'm all in, fuck what you say
You saying who not gon make it
You playing, You should know game not safe
You could only play if you tryna die for ya plate
Not for the money you make
Got family tummies at stake
If we all eat good then we winning like
8 minus 1, that's 7
Score score, no mistake
Like hand hockey nigga, no skates
Stress ain't in my forte
Best game chess game nigga checkmate
Know my word play nice, only stutter in my place
Where nobody judging what I say
They all love me anyway
I would love to live on, die for them any day
(Aye)
Real shit, I don't even know what to say no more
Should prolly spend years at the crib
So I don't even gotta feel the pain no more
As I look past mine I could see the time flying
Couldn't even do shit to save my bro
Sometimes I wish I could rewind time
Lemme hit his line quick just to say don't go
I know my brother pulling strings for a bro
I gotta lot of shit to say fasho
Fore I proceed lemme tryda change my flow
If you say I didn't
I already did it huh?
I don't wanna mimic other niggas, lemme switch it up
Lot of y'all be copies tryna get a stick to buss
Know them niggas not me, so I do not give a fuck
Try me it's ya own grave that you digging up
(Ah Ah)
Know I hadda hit em with that K-Round shit
All these chicken heads talking Straight nonsense
You could try gimme head, but you ain't my bitch
No way! (Aye)
No way!
LA told me focus on the bread, not a bitch
My ex wanna see my head with dreads
Shawty miss me with that bullshit
That you saying for a lick
My whole life really changed from this shit
My old life sum that I ain't gonna miss
I'm not gon lie
Hadda cherish times from way back then
When YT and LA was at the crib, old days
I miss my nigga man...
I miss my guy...
I never understood why all the real ones die
(And no I'm not a fan of 2020)
(20 Twenty)
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Writer(s): Tommy Robinson
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