Straight Rhymez

Lyrics

If you don't see me in my sides with my guys
 I be in the nice vibe, zoned tryna write rhymes
 Bitches in my eyesight, lyrics in the pipeline
 I combine lines when the time's right
 If I'm in the right mind
 White guy's gonna fly high, I'm the right guy
 Trust me I'm the coldest don in this, ain't nothin like ice
 Told you she don't like rides, but said she wanna ride mine
 You're taking her to Five Guys, I beat her in my guy's ride
 She call me sexy 'cause I rhyme tight
 But she move sour 'cause I'm getting all the lime light
 Leave her in the morning and won't see her till the night time
 She only ever phones me for dick - I got a pipeline
 Step up on the stage, fuck everyone it's my time
 Dash a man's watch in the crowd, look how time flies
 You're stepping on the fine line, the roof will get raised
 Like the London city knife crime
 She thinks it's funny how I stack up all this money
 So I tell her suck my dick and then I'm busting word to A1
 Fuck it, I ain't fussy, run the beat, I'm getting mucky
 Catch a vibe, I'm not a rookie, get a lyric and I spray one
 Duppy yet I'm gully, take the piss, I'm with your honey
 Giz' a kiss, ya' looking lovely, better show me what you're made of
 She been near a few guys, holla'd her a few times
 You know she likes the blue eyes, watch how I take my shades off
 Grind, rap, trap, gets rapped
 That's facts, man don't clap straps
 But I, slap tracks fast, barriers get smashed
 That's straight to the cash, come back with a bad diss
 Ain't a bus pass, man I don't pass back
 In other words back track, gets swerved, that's that
 Fat back, slim body, no back fat
 Said she's into black man, dash me an L let me catch that
 Please someone test me, I'm alright for a white
 When I write I'm a lefty
 Fuck a knife but I'm nice for a fight, if you get me
 Ay yo, check me
 I swear to god, I'm underestimated
 I never flop, I got it boxed
 Look how I demonstrate it
 Listen up, I teach you 'suttin
 Now you're educated
 I took ya L but kept smiling
 Come and celebrate it
 Couple groupies, I'm lovin' the life
 But maybe one day I'll find the love of my life
 Nah, lowe it I'm drunk, man's fuckin' tonight
 Aitch, look at yourself, stop thinkin' you're fly
 I'm not a fraud, don't flex for the cam
 Summer time, watch a white boy flex with a tan
 I believe that I'm cold, you ask why, 'cause I am
 Your beefin' is old, please go find a plan
 Dad said there's not a lift up to success
 You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through 'nough stress
 But in the long run, you're comin' out with 'nough bread
 Pops, don't worry fam, I got 'dis, 'nough said
 How can I feel down when I'm up next?
 I hide things wrong, nobody see me when I'm upset
 Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what Mum said
 So I do shows, videos and I run sets
 I just step in, give the mic a blessing, then I'm jetting
 Donny's say my name, but I swear I've never met him
 Begging it to get in but they can't, so now they're stressing
 Tryna do my bit, I can't be arsed with all the messing
 Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressing
 But since the day I started, it's been nothing but progression
 You don't know 'nuttin 'bout me, you're just guessing
 Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon
 'Cause it's Aitch in the place, quick
 Pass me the mic and watch 'suttin get blazed
 I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em
 When the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate
 Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested
 Honestly my lyrics suttin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin'
 So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin'
 It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm shellin'
 I don't lurk and dip down ops
 But I skirt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace
 I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles
 With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced
 Half a bottle vodka in my pocket thinkin'
 This is the shit, mate, absolute piss take
 All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy
 So they sick of seein' this face
 Finally, Mr Aitch, professor of rhymary
 P, that's the only thing I've learnt since primary
 Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me
 Bless up, safe, appreciate ya' spendin' time with me
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:52
Key
11
Tempo
100 BPM

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