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westwood crib session - rm (uk) lyrics

[verse 1]
rm’s back now, just done a bait six
people know my voice, i ain’t gotta put my name in
the block’s changed, little dons grown, making caine flip
and you know they down to back sticks like stay flizz
stuck on the same strip where we make that rubber burn
never mind your enemies, watch out for your brudda first
never mind your enemies, watch out for your brudda first
every time i come through, p*ssies know i’m onto
man can get checked like a mic, no one*two
dressing like them nuns do, eating like somе good food
hole so big from the strap, you can look through
born in the ninеties but i got the eighties flow
you can get sucked like a bogey out a baby’s nose
rolling with a big ting, same that terminator holds
make a hard donny disappear like he’s made of smoke
fours like an alligator, spinning like a death row
from a chest shot, leave a man’s chest broke
soon as i take off, man are in my rear*view
last of the greaze coming to a hood near you
even tyson in his prime can’t stop me
plus i’m like ken block when i’m in the hot seat
n*ggas tried to block me, hoes tried to stop me
if i ain’t the hardest out then i’m in the top three
cah i stick to the trap like a veyron
people think that i’m gon’ forget where i came from
on the same drive for success but i changed seats
certain man end up in jail tryna break free
with this grenade flow
cah i grew around ghetto like kano
i thought man was real but they ain’t though
grew around the same sh*t but we ain’t the same though
[verse 2]
rm’s back now, just done a detour
donny got life and he ain’t ever seen court
holla me if you want a key raw
come with two triggers in my hand like a pad on a p4
only certified goons that i ride with
have you ever had to squeeze while you’re driving?
forensics tryna find powder by my eyelids
and you know my stick clip bend like a nike tick
i’ma tear down your whole block
four long but my don cut the nose off
been on the streets since ’01
you’re the type of likkle man that i make go shop
f*ck violations, we can have it out
put the work straight in my cheek then i spat it out
true speak, you can die bro
i seen people get stabbed for suttin petty like an iphone
from a place where we run from the old bill
tryna put me on the wing eating oatmeal
the life that i’m living is so real
my donny got life, he forgot how the roads feel
find where you trap, man a come from early
chilling with the opps then you’re gunshot worthy
box of the haze, feds come, i said “it’s personal”
shots from the big ting will leave him lying vertical
big ting can’t fit in my bag properly
feds asking questions, i said that it’s not me
feeling like skepta, my n*gga
i told these likkle pansies they can’t step to gorillas
free remtrex, for him i will hoo*ride
six in the whip and i’m listening to goon lyfe
no small ting, this heat’s ten*two*five
i seen a man curl up with my two eyes
i like four*fives but there’s not enough corn in
one call, i can get you shot in the morning
when it’s that time, my n*ggas don’t do the talking
the rap ting’s dead when i kick the door in
seen n*ggas get clapped for a chump change
and when i see feds fam, i look straight
don fizzy in the kitchen tryna cook weight
my ends turn your trap house to a gun range
i’m screaming “f*ck a snitch”, i don’t like rats
try snaking rm, it’s not wise akh
everybody’s sounding all chiraq
stab wound to my abs left a n*gga with a five*pack
got no time for them shady n*ggas
put my dons in the bin, you can’t tame gorillas
and i’ll go clap a fed before i snake my n*ggas
might slide through a club with a baby nina
so brudda tell me what you trap for
you’re the type of pr*ck that gives these hoes what they ask for
two right hands i will clap for
feds come through the front then i’m heading out the back door
bare snakes round, got me moving all para
my akh said “inshallah we’re going jannah”
i was bout fifteen, i robbed me a fast porsche
parked that whip up cause that sh*t had a tracker
[verse 3]
spent four bags on my strap and i got the link off the mali’s
some of my n*ggas do moves, some of my n*ggas move charlie
don’t try and celebrate in my ends, big skeng lock off the party
the team that i’m with, the things that i did, chop off your arm for the carti
if it’s not j force, remtrex i do my dirt with
big guns, balaclavas and burned wigs
two head shots and i never learned sh*t
big suttin, tell them guys to come twerk this
i got a big ting, i can turn a suspect to a victim
man was out there, nights with the spin ting
squeeze off, everybody’s ears ringing

- rm uk lyrics

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