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Aitch

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    It's Tekky
    Put me off
    WhyJay (Yeah, yeah)
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    Got a couple statements to make and some paper to chase
    I've been grafting all year, still ain't taking a break
    Fam, I need to vacate, get my shades out the case
    Trust me, can't nobody ever throw shade on the Aitch (Woh)
    Shit ain't ever easy, had to wait for my plate
    Hella promises were made but man were blatantly fake
    Had to change up my ways, I just weighed up the game
    Now the radio plays are just making me cake (Ah-ah)
    Lookin steezy, got your girlfriend in her feelings
    Then I'm linking Simon, talking millions in meetings
    Nineteen years old, four bills and we go eatin'
    And nineteen on the plate, four circles on the keyring (Skrrt)
    Looking at the charts, come like looking in the mirror
    Murdered every feature, when you greet me, call me killer (Ooh)
    Rapper, not a preacher, God forgive me, I'm a sinner
    But I know you got my back so I give thanks before my dinner
    Hottest younger in the UK, give a fuck what you say
    They was poppin' back then, cuzzy it's a new day
    Rapping 'bout a MAC-10, you're 30 years too late
    Running up your gums, you ain't worthy, it's too fake, huh
    Choppin' rhythms up with WhYJay, gotta whip a new tape
    Blockin' women out my life, yeah, I ain't got time for you babe
    Box of liquor on my rider, tryna' find a new wave
    Call the driver, run outside and get inside the new shape (Haha)
    Taking the piss, ain't popped a pill but I'm taking a trip
    Straight to the moon and then straight to the booth
    Go and lace up my shoes and head straight to your bitch
    Basically I'm going crazy with this
    You ain't taming me, please stay away from the kid
    Hit the belly, now I can't stay away from the fridge
    Really poppin', you ain't stoppin' me, I'm made for this shit
    One step, two step, kill a rapper, who's next?
    Pussy, I'm the truth so don't ever get the yute vexed
    Doing what I do, I'm making moves, I got my crew set
    Headlocking the game, gonna finish it with a suplex
    I've been killing it, seriously where the fuck have you been?
    Beat the odds, I've got the haters, every point got proven
    Let me in and now they sit because your boy's a nuisance
    Take the piss a little bit, but you can't knock the movement
    Mum and dad are happy, shit been taking off
    And they ain't got to worry 'bout a mortgage 'cause I paid it off
    Had to take my shot because I really couldn't take my job
    Now I'm making guap it's kinda hard to find a way to not, haha
    With my baby cakes I'm baking off
    You know she love the baby face, it's bait, she call me babe a lot
    I take her on a date, potential base, she really made the spot
    Sexy with the make-up, but sexier when she take it off
    S-S-Someone cool me down, I'm on fire, this shit be flamin' hot
    Sick of celebrating, all I heard this year was "take a shot"
    All I get is W's, this winning got me faded off
    Speak my mind every time I see the mic
    Say it how it is, I just be me fam, I don't need to lie
    Easy with it G, I bring the Ps to keep my peace of mind
    Do it for the cake and I won't sleep until I eat a slice
    But don't fuck about us, I swear I'll pull the shutters down
    You're lucky if I take a break, you're fucked if I put something out
    Put the beat to bed, go cut my check and then I'm cuttin' out
    Zubby to the head, this kush and cookie got me buggin' out
    Why the man pretending like they're fucking with the kid?
    Indirectly sending got you looking like a bitch
    I got love for everyone but trusting them's a myth
    Live your life upon t' edge, they'll try and push you off the-
    Haha

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