M1 type - Intellectual

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Can't lie it's all mad, I got type beats now

Guess the people dem' love how my beats sound

Your baby momma kid-free, then I might sleep 'round

If you make the wrong move then you might bleed out

My main tings dead, I want my side piece now

[?] chick suck dick, then she drive me 'round

A-class student, he's a library child

Got sales up north on the pikey's ground

And my ten star baddie wants to ride me out

I can't lie if I'm off the lean I get tired quick

Seen a boy reach for him waist, yeah he tried the ting

Told mana think first, hе held more than five chings

Rapping now so I tеll K*** bring the bine in

Anyone can talk bad when they're hiding

On tracks bad, but in the station you're a dry snitch

Didn't expect to be like this, I was a shy kid

Stepped in the field, there's no way that mans typing

I don't go live on Instagram, on sight pricks

My main ting don't give head, where's my side chick?

Codeine dreaming can be nice or it's frightening

It's been about five days, I ain't had a shit

Feds raid my yard and took my whole pound of cannabis

The parcel landed same day, that's the saddest thing

I know I still sin but wake up everyday thanking him

My cups filled with Linctus, codeine

Serious man, I don't run joke, Modeen

Hammer to your chest like I'm Thor, not Loki

She does shit for me so I fuck with her, lowkey

Biggest trendsetter for the lean, need a trophy

Still baking off in the trap with Sophie

Known K*** since knee-height, that's broski

Don't come to the ends, you'll get stained, it's so peak