LV

I dun told you that the only Ls I take, are next to a V
Now I'm back on grind mode writing, but my phones pinging like Central Cee
I ain't got commitment issues, I'm committed to the music scene
I'm tryna stay clean I ain't smoking no green, I'm making tracks whilst stacking my peas

I dun told you that the only Ls I take, are next to a V
Now I'm back on grind mode writing, but my phones pinging like Central Cee
I ain't got commitment issues, I'm committed to the music scene
I'm tryna stay clean I ain't smoking no green, I'm making tracks whilst stacking my peas

I'm a mouse i been chasing cheese, tearing down tracks like lighting McQueen
I spit soo clean you would think that I washed my mouth with listarine
In a tracksuit Ive never like jeans it's mad, they say rap's is in my jeans
I ain't never going can, but on this track, your boys getting baked like beans

Your boys getting left be Heinz, it's all mad when I hop on a beat
If you chat on my friend, and you offend, you not holding the same kinda beat
I spit straight heat on a track no cap, I don't even need to compete
I dun spun your favourite rapper already, this pen can hold more teeth
True say this pen holds corn, and it'll slap straight out this biro
True say I'm a Rapman but doubt doubt man, I won't tell stories like Shiro
I get twisted thoughts to go whack man, slap man my instincts are primal
I wanna ball hard like Micheal, so I'm rapping I couldn't care about rivals

My lines are never recycled, that's something you man can't hide from
I dun heard your lines already, so in this rap ting bro your my son
Try sending for me or a friend it's mence, that's something you can die from
I don't bang for the 9 or the eight but you'd get Ko'd if you chat upon my ones

I dun told you that the only Ls I take, are next to a V
Now I'm back on grind mode writing, but my phones pinging like Central Cee
I ain't got commitment issues, I'm committed to the music scene
I'm tryna stay clean I ain't smoking no green, I'm making tracks whilst stacking my peas

I dun told you that the only Ls I take, are next to a V
Now I'm back on grind mode writing, but my phones pinging like Central Cee
I ain't got commitment issues, I'm committed to the music scene
I'm tryna stay clean I ain't smoking no green, I'm making tracks whilst stacking my peas

I slap corn in the pen and aim for heads loud shot and you see bare victims
Imma let that spray no aim or I shot these bars from a social distance
Yo, if you ain't with the team get with it
Bro, imma hop on a track and kill it
You know, i got hard bars and I spit it
Mimic my flow, that's low lemme switch it

You know C.D I'm the hardest I spray cold flows at your favourite artist
I'll put out your flame like fire man Sam don't chat cause this beat got tarnished
My tunes come cold like the artic, your tracks are dead I can smell that carcus
I don't play left back I'm Shaw, im up front in leading the team like Marcus

I know the teams United, step on stage shutting down mans city
It was all a dream no biggie, don't rate many men just like I'm 50
I ain't got no sense I'm no a window shopper so I step out looking drippy
I don't wear Nike slides it's fine imma wear my js when I nip to the chippy