Telford News
Yea yanaamean blud?
Sad sacs pass wraps from a backpack
Snap backs broke teeth in a black cap
Street beef close knit never pass that
TF1 Don what you on that's a hashtag
Child rapists sexual favours
Blood on the pages the trenches are dangerous
New rappers wanna snitch on themselves
Never talk blood money when its sitting on the shelf
I've been chilling in a crowd of the villains in a shroud
You've been pilling in the clouds with a pen I pin them down
While parents merk their own seed
Corrupt police officers walk around free
TF2 to TF3 to TF7 I'm a TFG
So many die overdose or survive
Or suicide blud I'm just happy I'm alive but
I'm a king in this bloodclaat ting
Ya mug raa sting when the thugs start swing
Bust to brookside cuts our bling
Man knows the backroads its just our thing
Game in my pen and my pen ain't a game
Pent up in the pen I was repping the same
Yes im a pain best in my lane
When you talk about the best best mention my name
Forged in fire born with a curse
Spawn you a verse from the storm of my words
Smack heads clucking fat feds looking
Crawl through the dirt that has brought you the hurt
What an Idea lets buy a new bridge
While the homeless die in a state in the street
And as population and crime increases lets try and shut down the A & E
They all pretend that its out of their hands
Waste thousands of grands and we're paying the fee
Double standards bring trouble to the rafters
Underground rappers saying their piece
Trademark Blud is my name
king bring death all over this plane
Stirchley Leegomery Woodside Dawley
Pour petrol to the flame
Hollinswood to Malinslee the man is me
The streets give me grams for free
The plans to teach all these man who rapping weak
Collapse your speech is the peaks that you have to reach
Ketley Bank or welly still Overdale ain't a Merry Hill
Deadly kills the body counts 20 for real
So mans frown when they see us like the lekky bill
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Yanaamean blud?
Sad sacs pass wraps from a backpack
Snap backs broke teeth in a black cap
Street beef close knit never pass that
TF1 Don what you on that's a hashtag
Child rapists sexual favours
Blood on the pages the trenches are dangerous
New rappers wanna snitch on themselves
Never talk blood money when its sitting on the shelf
I've been chilling in a crowd of the villains in a shroud
You've been pilling in the clouds with a pen I pin them down
While parents merk their own seed
Corrupt police officers walk around free
TF2 to TF3 to TF7 I'm a TFG
So many die overdose or survive
Or suicide blud I'm just happy I'm alive but
I'm a king in this bloodclaat ting
Ya mug raa sting when the thugs start swing
Bust to brookside cuts our bling
Man knows the backroads its just our thing
Game in my pen and my pen ain't a game
Pent up in the pen I was repping the same
Yes im a pain best in my lane
When you talk about the best best mention my name
Forged in fire born with a curse
Spawn you a verse from the storm of my words
Smack heads clucking fat feds looking
Crawl through the dirt that has brought you the hurt
What an Idea lets buy a new bridge
While the homeless die in a state in the street
And as population and crime increases lets try and shut down the A & E
They all pretend that its out of their hands
Waste thousands of grands and we're paying the fee
Double standards bring trouble to the rafters
Underground rappers saying their piece
Trademark Blud is my name
king bring death all over this plane
Stirchley Leegomery Woodside Dawley
Pour petrol to the flame
Hollinswood to Malinslee the man is me
The streets give me grams for free
The plans to teach all these man who rapping weak
Collapse your speech is the peaks that you have to reach
Ketley Bank or welly still Overdale ain't a Merry Hill
Deadly kills the body counts 20 for real
So mans frown when they see us like the lekky bill
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Heaven grows old in a hell so new
It's the Telford News run to ya dargs go tell them too
Yanaamean blud?
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