Only You Freestyle

(M1OnTheBeat)

Woi

Yes (M1OnTheBeat)

Yes

Woi

Again and again

Again and again

Yeah

Yo

Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain

And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama

Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sana

Used to do lean and Wock'

Closet filled up with designer, comin' like 'Panda', 'Panda'

Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel

She never heard drill in Atlanta

Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza

Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla

With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza

**** want a piece like Cassava but we let bridge dem burn like grabba

Woi

Four in the cliz and one in the headie

Hand no shake, man, hold that steady

You man love pose with the ting for the picture

You man shoulda buss that ting already

You man love hesi', hesi'

Yeah, can't backchat to the prezi'

Know when the beef just taste like veggie?

Gyal go Ritz for the mani-pedi

CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy

That's just a big-gyal ting, man, you get me?

Raemi just turned mommy, and that's my sis, so I just turned abti

Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me

I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty

If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy

Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasn't really that wassi, was he?

Nah, nah, nah, the man wasn't really that what?

1-9-4-2 hits my system, man get way too frassy, buzzy

Girls from the past that lost me love me

Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me

Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me

Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal, don't rush me

Woi

Don't make me have to rise my rifle

Man try send some young boys for me, don't make me have to ride by high school

Shit you man been droppin' lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes

So much people buy into my hype, don't make me have to buy my hype too

Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side-by-side you

Nuff times he tried to hide behind you

Amnesia but when I remind you I'm touchin' road and I can find you

Word to the M-O-B I'm tied to

I'm givin' up when I decide to

Gee

Oh, how we hate leggies

How much points have the gang got? Many

Didn't ever have to rise that dots

It was just under my bed and ready

Bro-bro chinged up an opp boy

I swear he got chinged already

That next one thought he was boss

Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey

Got this bad B, Ohene

My next one from yard love reggae

We dishin' out store and telly

Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet

She look sexy sippin' on Henny

My prawns grilled and my pasta penne

She give Headie heady

My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty

Used to put the light in the cling

And it still didn't stop it smellin' like petty

Put a dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli

Them times it was M-way

I mean M-way, T-house, M-way

Now it's penty, uptown penty

Bentley, Range, then Bentley

Have you ever had your pockets empty?

But still found the bread to afford a trenton?

Six litres, flying through Epsom

I swear I've seen life from both perspectives

That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection

I done run through so much Scottish notes

Couldn't care 'bout no recession

I still get one jail call from Boogie

Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me

CPS murder in the dock like Rupert

Cah lil bro went and done him so ruthless

Got this cutie, she half-Cuban

Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban

Say she like chillin' with the ooters, booters

Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted

They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg

Put in that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed

Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is

Four-four or the three-two auto bells, it's a toothpick

No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is

Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing

Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in

Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin'

They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'

Now this drip on me like I'm canoein'

Time just flyin' (One)

I'm just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies

So the beef is fryin'

They ain't tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie