M.o.E. Is back

And true say a man like me can't lack

I can spit bars that'll make you skank like a rave

Or sit down cotch and relax

Can't predict like picking a ball from a sack

I don't really care if you think I'm wack

Got nuff gs that my case will back, can never catch moe on a slack

Calm guy, but if you want beef come find me

Ask if I'm chatting to the gyal? Well I might be

Asics creps, but my jacket that's Nike

Best of of both worlds but I ain't no lightly

Na you thought I was gonna say miley

But real talk my real gs are behind me

What you know about next man dming you saying 'at you want studio time g?'

Na, you don't know about that

Nobodies hollering you like dat

Man will say yeah it's live to your face but behind your back manna say that's crap

That's dead

Man will just say that's dead

Even your bredrins say that's dead

You can never say my bars are dead, cuz I can then guarantee suens wrong with your head

Like woah

Oh no

M.o.E on a flex w the flow

My lyrics on an alternative frequency, suen like a radio

Soon manna get played on the radio

And soon my tunes they will make me dough

Large up my mum for everything in these 17 years, she has watched me grow, she made me grow

Hook:

And that's real

Got couple man who wanna come set a deal

Manna wanna get gassed like they got copped a feel

Yes I call shots you can call me shaquil

Bars so heavy make the gyaldem Neal

Got a ting in Nuneaton and she wanna feel

One of these days manna get that whip and I'll drift that ting all over the field

Drift dat whip all over the scene

Man a like Big M.o.E. what do you mean

I own this plan, we own this scene, came to change the game with a few of my gs

Came to switch up like a few of dem seats

Came to say Hi, sit down then leave

Came to welcome them real dredrins and ditch the fake yutes back round on the streets

Oh yeah

Trap man with a snare

Couple man dere wanna say it's unfair

Come into my lair and set up that dare

Make It small like a hair, or bright like a flare

Light my eyes, on my spec that's glare

Fuck a bottle flip, manna flipping that chair

Questioning how many bars I have, well I have many, trust me I have bare

Say you got gs

DON'T REALLY CARE

Say you got ps

DON'T REALLY CARE

Think you're a bigman?

OH YEAH OH YEAH

And you don't rate me

DON'T REALLY CARE

Too many man wanna come round here but I Just pree them cuz I

DON'T REALLY CARE

Too many man think they're running these streets, who you think you are don, you ain't no mayor

No

Too many man wanna come try show

Too many man say they know mo

Too many man stunt garms they don't like, just to prove to man that they got dough

Too many man get High all the time that's probably cuz their lives filled with lows

Too many man think their bars are the lick, and too many man think I'm gonna blow

They already know and that's rated

Come chat shit get violated

If you got a point come say it to me, but that shit won't get debated

M to the O to the E, you'll hear more from me, that shits been stated

Tune after tune

I'm spitting these lines

And the reason

I've never been sated