Oscar (feat. P Money & Harry Shotta)

歌詞

Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll take any offer You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar Answers first questions later Why so many questions hater Spend your fuckin day to day Drinking fuckin Gatorade Waste away sat inside your room in isolation Amount of shit inside your mouth it's verbal constipation (ay) One sec I make the hip hop Then house DJ's think i'm shit hot I'll do both yeh why the fuck not Only care about the beats with sick drops London town to Brisbane what Swapped Air Max for flip flops Money in the grave like Rick Ross Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok Big boss man with the shit hot tan Man with the plan forget your lockdown Back with a bang some shit that got canned But i'm sticking it out on this album Bam, I mean album Was on powder, not talcum Ask malcom in the middle Everybody have a giggle yeh I doubt ya gonna fiddle With the riddim when i'm in it and i'm killing em softly Get in my way in the littlest way melt their face off like Nicholas Cage Bet they go cray inside the big rave Ahahahahaha This game's a fuckin circus And who's on microphone right now It's Mr Berserkus you heard us Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll take any offer You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar I don't say it but the throne is mine Hot head with a gold chain an that big R1 is my motorbike Ghost ride turn you poltergeist Death note when I wrote for guys My mans fake I told you guys He needs milk I'm bonafide I don't care for your old stories Your throw backs to be thrown aside When's it's flows I'm over nice No more cool like I'm over nice Boasting 20 bags a show Well done to you for being overpriced Different sound when I hold the mic Different girls wanna hold the pipe You ain't mine I know your type Piss off already know my wife Thats bad b I'm gang g cause my hand feeds These animals for me stampede Break foot and mouth I'm on bad beef Ain't got time for these Boris Johnsons Baffled when these man speak Are they Mcs or athletes Man run an get caught by hand speed Forget the violence, be silent Laid back in a blacked out whip with the plate on private Back to my yard where I'm living in private iPhone gotta keep that on divert 2004 I was playing with Deutch like say I was Patrick Kluivert Levels too high I could only vibe with a pilot Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll take any offer You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll do any of em Classic Genre I'll take any offer You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin Oscar Came the game top boy from day one So called top boys didn't wanna spray one Bar on a back to back and I flow A1 Now I'm the top boy mocking it Jay 1 Put a sock in it when I be socking it to em locking it down with the flow when I'm dropping it topical Top top top of the tree, the top of the oracle, man are chatting bout there better but that's rhetorical I'm diabolical, straight to the molecule, in everyday life I'm nice on the mic I'm horrible Cheeky sod with that big gob, bionic on the mic Gangster Chronicles Flip bare magic and I move like McGonagall And we can have a laugh the bars aren't comical, DNB, Rap, Grime, Boom Bap, Double time, done em all fuck that, truly phenomenal Hit em with the venomous medicine Immer get em with the elements I'm bringing in lyrical Armageddon I'm dead em and set the levels like 7-11 the way I get em when I serve up manor from heaven (It's too much) from the time when when I 1-2 check em other MC's all like (give me a second) But nah my G let me spit my 32 mans a Wretch and I'mmmer kick em like Tekken When I wreck em they all reckon I'm wrecking it not neck and neck Neck another bottle I reckon there gonna recollect Regularly ripping the mics live when I wreck a set Wacking em back and making a racket like Megadeath Megatron on a song still stay mega blessed Mega man So Solid no I ain't ever left Bun the Grammys and the Oscar's there's no sleep for the wickedest that's why I never rest I'll do any of em