On a Mission (feat. Thund3r & Frost Kid)
No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
F*** an automatic I'm shifting
In the A3 Drifting
Middle down shifting
I need to keep on spitting
No quitting even if I'm unwilling
I use to do pipe fitting
Now I'm counter fitting and side splitting
My sides winning
I skate 8.5's
And 149's
And Bones 55's
Bones reds with the shields off
Jet black no gripjob
Yeah watch me lift off
Quick Greggs and a spliff stop
Or Glazed then the chip shop
Link Dex then I'll dip off
Might go Hassocks
I might go have it
And i might go savage
I might do damage
I'm waiting to slam it
Blue lights and I'm starting to panic
At yard watching Kayden
Fuck Maydon
What the f*** is he saying
Sort of sounds like he's praying
The high ledge I'm K'ing
Level I'm not feeling
My bearings need cleaning
It's migraine season
Haven't turned off my heating
And we got an album... Jesusss
Everyone's tryna meet us
And some bird was tryna freeze us
We hitting heights like Venus
Between us we're nearly genius
The Brighton scene needs us
This pack I've got is Nepalese
The stamp says it's Lebanese
The plug says he's Japanese
G420 will let it bang for me
Springers no fancy breeds
Cold like the Atlantic sea
Know I got the gang with me
Automatic no shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with no rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I see them stunting on the gram
Putting sutting in these packs
We got studios in traps
Goofy when I slash
It's like a movie how they act
Bit of Clooney in the bag
Bro got Zushi and it bangs
QP with the gang
I turn these QP's into bangs
She claims she knew me in the past
I think she's moving kinda mad
Bro put Louis on your cat
Come and do em like they rats
Smoke to take the edge away
Money have to elevate
No confetti, bottles when I celebrate
Never watch what them a say
Starving cause I never ate
Rappers getting ready made
Wash em down with cherryade
Writers block second phase
Smoke my weed to medicate
Never do I meditate
This spliff gone take my stress away
They've all come to speculate
Got the flow they cant replicate
Still pissed cause I never skate
Yet I'm on these streets like everyday
Spin em' like vinyl
I got verses like bible
Stay herded in my thoughts
Fire burning like Guy Fawkes
Whole different bike shop
Got bars like a write lots
Got links cause I tie knots
Tell this bitch take some time off
All up in my DM's
Got demons I can't free em
Lost friends I can't seem em
G my heart can't stop bleeding
They should listening when i'm speaking
Got the vision they're all seaking
100 like i'm speaking
On the roads we stay scheming
No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when i grab
I'm on a mission
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
F*** an automatic I'm shifting
In the A3 Drifting
Middle down shifting
I need to keep on spitting
No quitting even if I'm unwilling
I use to do pipe fitting
Now I'm counter fitting and side splitting
My sides winning
I skate 8.5's
And 149's
And Bones 55's
Bones reds with the shields off
Jet black no gripjob
Yeah watch me lift off
Quick Greggs and a spliff stop
Or Glazed then the chip shop
Link Dex then I'll dip off
Might go Hassocks
I might go have it
And i might go savage
I might do damage
I'm waiting to slam it
Blue lights and I'm starting to panic
At yard watching Kayden
Fuck Maydon
What the f*** is he saying
Sort of sounds like he's praying
The high ledge I'm K'ing
Level I'm not feeling
My bearings need cleaning
It's migraine season
Haven't turned off my heating
And we got an album... Jesusss
Everyone's tryna meet us
And some bird was tryna freeze us
We hitting heights like Venus
Between us we're nearly genius
The Brighton scene needs us
This pack I've got is Nepalese
The stamp says it's Lebanese
The plug says he's Japanese
G420 will let it bang for me
Springers no fancy breeds
Cold like the Atlantic sea
Know I got the gang with me
Automatic no shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with no rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I see them stunting on the gram
Putting sutting in these packs
We got studios in traps
Goofy when I slash
It's like a movie how they act
Bit of Clooney in the bag
Bro got Zushi and it bangs
QP with the gang
I turn these QP's into bangs
She claims she knew me in the past
I think she's moving kinda mad
Bro put Louis on your cat
Come and do em like they rats
Smoke to take the edge away
Money have to elevate
No confetti, bottles when I celebrate
Never watch what them a say
Starving cause I never ate
Rappers getting ready made
Wash em down with cherryade
Writers block second phase
Smoke my weed to medicate
Never do I meditate
This spliff gone take my stress away
They've all come to speculate
Got the flow they cant replicate
Still pissed cause I never skate
Yet I'm on these streets like everyday
Spin em' like vinyl
I got verses like bible
Stay herded in my thoughts
Fire burning like Guy Fawkes
Whole different bike shop
Got bars like a write lots
Got links cause I tie knots
Tell this bitch take some time off
All up in my DM's
Got demons I can't free em
Lost friends I can't seem em
G my heart can't stop bleeding
They should listening when i'm speaking
Got the vision they're all seaking
100 like i'm speaking
On the roads we stay scheming
No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when I grab
I'm on a mission
No shifting
Line on my grip ting
Pure fire in my system
Smoke it down it's a quick ting
All my brothers lifted it's a wrap
I ain't f***ing with these rats
I just tuck it when i grab
I'm on a mission
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Writer(s): Sam Ibekwe
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