Round 2

Aitch

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    They say love makes you happy, well this paper can too
    So I ain't chasin' no chick unless she raised a mans yute (trust)
    Everybody's blessed, shit, I just pray I am too
    But I got devils on my side like a play for man you
    But I bounce back
    Catch me in Moston with my trap players (skrr)
    Or in Soho house with some tax payers
    Young aitch, ain't no fold in my game
    I make stacks in the Sun, in the snow, in the rain
    I was seventeen, hundred thou, eighteen, two fifths
    Nineteen, few mill, twenty, was stupid
    Twenty-one, old news, twenty-two, new shit
    Twenty-three, still hot, don't say I don’t do this (woo)
    Copped a lot of bricks, you know I got it how I live
    Shit I got ones that I can rеnt and I got ones that I can flip
    Tickin' boxes of my checklist whеn I drop another hit
    Then go and drop another ticket on a property and whip, shit
    You know it's a-I tizzy, babe
    Changed my city, know I make my Lizzy, babe
    Cocaine white, Mizzy May
    Ain't no biggie, two-fifty, that's chicken change (skrr)

    Yeah, couldn't pay me to stop
    This one's for all my grinders raised on the block
    Yeah, steady makin' their prof'
    This one's for my guys that are chasin' the guap
    Yeah, who was raised in the streets
    Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets
    Yeah, ain't no tamin' the beast
    I ain't here to make friends, I'm just here to make ps

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    I ain't tripping 'bout a hater, stay in line and keep it stepping'
    Got a watch for everyday, but ain't got time to answer questions
    We can talk a bit of business, I ain't tryna be your bredrin
    If I can't see money signs, then I'm slidin' in a second
    Big boss, big stones in my wristwatch
    Royal oak rose gold way before TikTok
    I was getting low blows way before lip shots
    Honestly I'm so cold I'm frozen, I've been hot
    I'm goated, ain't been topped, they know when the king drops
    Them jokers have been opps, they choke when the pin drops
    Yeah, still with the loccs at the chip shop
    Still puttin' all my pink notes in a kick box

    Yeah, couldn't pay me to stop
    This one's for all my grinders raised on the block
    Yeah, steady makin' their prof'
    This one's for my guys that are chasin' the guap
    Yeah, who was raised in the streets
    Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets
    Yeah, ain't no tamin' the beast
    I ain't here to make friends, I'm just here to make PS

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    Composición: Jake Jones, Aitch y Taras Slusarenko

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