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m24 x fumez the engineer - plugged in freestyle 2 - m24 lyrics

[intro]
come on, you know who it is
m20 f*ckin’ 4, shoutout fumez the engineer
highly antic*p*ted, plugged in part 2
you know man’s with the members man, come on
(ayy, slim typical, i see you)
yeah, we live in the building man f*ck the opps man, you know the ting, come on, we’re live, yeah
ayy fumez what we tellin’ them though?
ayy listen run the beat fumez, man

[verse]
who turned my man runtz i don’t know
who shot **** live in his head? (i dunno)
everyday i wake up i pray
’cause its peak outside and i coulda been dead
done a lotta main road things in my gualas
then, you was chillin’ in bed (you was chillin’ at home)
came to thе video shoot, when i left
why you rap likе suttin’ got kweffed? (why you rappin’ like that)
gbg, man got that sh*t tatted, i’m gbg to the death (gbg)
i heard we ain’t really like that in the flesh
come put that sh*t to the test (uuh, uh)
more than a handful of them got smoked
about a whole team of their men got cheffed (uuh, uh)
mum don’t like how i live my life, but all of her prayers keep me blessed
straight outta bricky, (straight outta bricky)
young n*gga i’m litty (i’m lit, i’m lit)
40 thousand around my neck (40 quid)
and this ap cost me a pinky (uuh, uh)
carry on, tryna add up my outfits, that’s when sh*t gets tricky
carry on, tryna circle my block, ‘cah that’s where sh*t gets sticky (uh)
take risks and prosper, (yes) i’ma keep taking a risk (m24)
bro just copped a new richard millie, and got another one
he’s takin’ the p*ss, that’s inspiration for me and my n*ggas
work even harder, we soon get rich
i can never go outside for a b*tch, litch, litch, litch (literally)
most of these girl nowadays are trash, i doubt i’m ever gonna find me a wife
i don’t wan’ her, if i know someone that’s hit it
that’s immature but it’s life (no cap)
she didn’t wanna know me when i was broke
now she wanna ride on my bike
us man, really turnt up the borough
we made a lot of them boys go on strike (go ask)
bro told me, ”get some rest”
i told broski, ”i’ll sleep when i’m dead” (uuh, uh)
this year i gotta hit all of my targets, this year i gotta make all of the bread
free all my bros on the wok house, gettin’ it brackin’
all my bros, hood up your head
i drilled that sh*t wit’ intent
hop out the ride and yuck that down ’til it bend (yuck that)
everybody, better pick their side, it’s a dangerous place when you sit on that fence
how your bro beef with him, but you f*ck with him?
that just don’t make sense
yes, protect your chest (yes)
better have on that vest, when i gb step (you better have it)
even the local residents know where the gb’s local everyting blessed
outside with the drillers, front street n*ggas
let a boy pull up right now, he’s stressed (aah)
we got a k on the road, that’s a ****
last n*gga tried got left for dead
wet mans head like just got blessed (uuh, uh)
how can them clowns have a test?
shouts out bro, hes darg, really tryna take mans eye like ****
we don’t dance like bobby, (no) but we tryna get that shmurda
we don’t want nuttin’ less
more than a handful of them got whacked up
why you think they linked up a man from north west
old opps f*ck with my new opps (yes)
let them gwarn, they don’t want this stress
i promise, f*ck it
lemme not talk to much, ‘cah they might just warrant my arrest
3 jails comfy, about volvo, one thing about me, i say it wit’ chest
too much obbo, i’m scared of the feds
leave that sh*t off the net, blessed
i’m p*ssed that my man never got fed
but we done up his mans instead
we made **** hotter than grubba
got **** with the [?] **** like stretch
rest up bally, my hearts bleedin’
i ain’t been the same since broski left (r.i.p)
rest up all of the fallen soldiers, all the real n*ggas, i can never forget
everybody chats ’bout drills, h*lla cap
since when was everyone bad? (since when?)
it’s like they forgot how we pulled up slap
and it’s like they forgot how that boy got whacked (yeah)
it’s like they forgot how we pulled and popped them doors on ultra*attack (get back)
it’s like they forgot we’re the winnin’ team
i’m even gettin’ dissed by my man’s dad
mad, leave me alone old man
i respect my elders, i grew up with manners (leave me alone)
you shoulda told your boy don’t lack, best run when you see us man on attack (you better run)
how you tryna beef me? you ain’t got money
i ain’t tryna beef with tramps (no)
for the record, i ain’t got beef with no one
i swear these n*ggas my fans (no cap)
if you weren’t feelin’ me from the jump (yeah)
how the f*ck you involved with my plans? (how?)
if you weren’t outside with the get backs drillin’
how you tryna scream out gang? (uuh, uh)
[outro]
(fumez the engineer)

- m24 lyrics

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