MSON (Making Something Outta Nothing) feat. Yobs365, FlipzMSON, Jake the Misfit & Seaning -
MSON: THE MIXTAPE
T.K.T.G.
They know, they know
They know, they know
They know, they know
What you know about sleepin' on the street?
What- what- what you know about havin' nothing to eat?
Tears running down my face, old friends turnin' snake
Wishin' I was in the grave, been betrayed by some mates
Don't associate with the fake, live to see another day
I've been going to court since I was 13
Never ever will I care what a nerd thinks
Sleepin' on the grass, reminiscing 'bout my past
No food in my stomach but fuck it, keep it 1 hunnid
I'm runnin' and duckin' whenever I see the undercovers
Man, I hate this shit, don't want no basic bitch
I need a ride or die, sick of my life whenever I sleep alone at night
I used to light that pipe but that's disgustin'
Nowadays you won't ever see me on that fuck shit
Addicted to prescription pills
They feedin' me these drugs knowin' that this shit can kill
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
When you down, they don't ever call cold shoulder, all fall
Where were you when I was doing trips in the rain?
Flipz slickest in the game, makin' money for the gang
Ain't never tuck a chain, I ain't never said a name
Sit back blowing trees, hit the plug, 5 keys
All black, getting busy, busting out pees
And you know everybody eats!
I take that pack, I flip it and tumble
They talk a hard trap, but I never seen a hustle
Whe- whe- when you getting money, yeah, swear they love you
But money never change me!
I be dancin' with the devil in the mirror
Hardest to deliver, message never clearer
Trap hard, 2 feet, rap hard, 2 feet
Loud pack, gotta kick, call that Bruce Lee
Call that Bruce Lee!
They know, they know
They know, they know (Aw shit)
They know, they know (Ay)
(Shit!)
I be sippin' on the liquor, no, I don't need no zipper
Squeeze you out of the seams, I'm a lean jean ripper
My dinner, flip her until she dazed
Now I show her to the door to get out of my place, ay!
Bye bitch
If I just give you the slightest touch
I'll make you blush, I'm righteous (Ayy)
I be slippin', slidin' up in the thighs
And in a minute, she be drippin' she be wetter than I, ay!
I be chillin' with the gang, awake from the tomb
Feel the bump of the bass, fu- fu- fuck what you say!
You gon' love how we play
We makin' the tunes to go shut down the place, wait
Undivided, hence we the flyest
MSON the best, we gon' triumph
Tonight we hype, we the titans
Week after week, no rest, keep on risin', argh!
They know, they know
They know, they know
They know, they know
(Misfit!)
God damn, guess who's back on the scene
'Bout to run a muck on the track, no cleats, just heat
Ready set, best believe I'm a freak
So let's get it like a feast
Fit for a beast, now you're cautious
'Cause I'm steady spittin' it like a faucet
Often I'm working, no apologies for ignorin'
I gotta do me, stay fly like a saucer
Gotta do me, no time to offer my diligence
The lads keep it militant
We don't keep it 100, we all keep it mi- mi- millions
They all try mimickin' our methods and style
'Cause we reppin' and blessin' everything that we trial
We stepping and sweating anything that's too mild
The misfit over bitches, M-O-B is my style, argh!
My style, argh! The misfit over bitches, M-O-B is my style, argh!
They know, they know
They know, they know
They know, they know
They- they- the- they- they- they
The- they know!
(Haha!)
They know, they know
They know, they know
What you know about sleepin' on the street?
What- what- what you know about havin' nothing to eat?
Tears running down my face, old friends turnin' snake
Wishin' I was in the grave, been betrayed by some mates
Don't associate with the fake, live to see another day
I've been going to court since I was 13
Never ever will I care what a nerd thinks
Sleepin' on the grass, reminiscing 'bout my past
No food in my stomach but fuck it, keep it 1 hunnid
I'm runnin' and duckin' whenever I see the undercovers
Man, I hate this shit, don't want no basic bitch
I need a ride or die, sick of my life whenever I sleep alone at night
I used to light that pipe but that's disgustin'
Nowadays you won't ever see me on that fuck shit
Addicted to prescription pills
They feedin' me these drugs knowin' that this shit can kill
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
When you down, they don't ever call cold shoulder, all fall
Where were you when I was doing trips in the rain?
Flipz slickest in the game, makin' money for the gang
Ain't never tuck a chain, I ain't never said a name
Sit back blowing trees, hit the plug, 5 keys
All black, getting busy, busting out pees
And you know everybody eats!
I take that pack, I flip it and tumble
They talk a hard trap, but I never seen a hustle
Whe- whe- when you getting money, yeah, swear they love you
But money never change me!
I be dancin' with the devil in the mirror
Hardest to deliver, message never clearer
Trap hard, 2 feet, rap hard, 2 feet
Loud pack, gotta kick, call that Bruce Lee
Call that Bruce Lee!
They know, they know
They know, they know (Aw shit)
They know, they know (Ay)
(Shit!)
I be sippin' on the liquor, no, I don't need no zipper
Squeeze you out of the seams, I'm a lean jean ripper
My dinner, flip her until she dazed
Now I show her to the door to get out of my place, ay!
Bye bitch
If I just give you the slightest touch
I'll make you blush, I'm righteous (Ayy)
I be slippin', slidin' up in the thighs
And in a minute, she be drippin' she be wetter than I, ay!
I be chillin' with the gang, awake from the tomb
Feel the bump of the bass, fu- fu- fuck what you say!
You gon' love how we play
We makin' the tunes to go shut down the place, wait
Undivided, hence we the flyest
MSON the best, we gon' triumph
Tonight we hype, we the titans
Week after week, no rest, keep on risin', argh!
They know, they know
They know, they know
They know, they know
(Misfit!)
God damn, guess who's back on the scene
'Bout to run a muck on the track, no cleats, just heat
Ready set, best believe I'm a freak
So let's get it like a feast
Fit for a beast, now you're cautious
'Cause I'm steady spittin' it like a faucet
Often I'm working, no apologies for ignorin'
I gotta do me, stay fly like a saucer
Gotta do me, no time to offer my diligence
The lads keep it militant
We don't keep it 100, we all keep it mi- mi- millions
They all try mimickin' our methods and style
'Cause we reppin' and blessin' everything that we trial
We stepping and sweating anything that's too mild
The misfit over bitches, M-O-B is my style, argh!
My style, argh! The misfit over bitches, M-O-B is my style, argh!
They know, they know
They know, they know
They know, they know
They- they- the- they- they- they
The- they know!
(Haha!)
Credits
Writer(s): Ayyoob Meeragani, Jake Martin, Sean Collins, Tom Burchett
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