Practice Hours

Yo, yo

Aye, Kenny, I had to draw for the Avirex for this one

I thought you knew that we were top squeezers

Go shopping and we roll with the Visas

Buy the whole shop, gyal are like Jesus

Start doing anything just to please us

B22s, not Filas

Yo, all my bruddas are deligent

For the money, man move militant

(Gimme dat gimme dat)

Chasing 100 Ms

Not on dat get, rid of em

(Small boy ting)

I ain't signing a record deal

Cah right now man ain't feeling 'em

(Indie ting)

See a ting with a African back

Try know man is wheeling em

(Chill wit' the big boys)

Man wanna talk about houses

They wanna talk about ounces

(Different convo)

Man wanna talk about land

They wanna chill on their couches

(Lazy bozo)

Man wanna get this bread

They wanna chill with the mouses

We don't tolerate disrespect

You'll be on BBC announcements

I'm a protector

Pum injector

Ordered a new whip

Not a Vectra

Tell my young g

Give him the green light

You'll be heading home

In a stretcher

What, you never knew?

This is my zone

I eat MCs

Hannibal Lector

Nipple erector

I'm a a director

Not a deflector

Money collector

(Pow) Yeah, I'm Lethal the B

(Pow) One of the GOATest tunes

(Pow) You know what that does to rooms

(Pow) Bad Boy like P Diddy Combs

(Pow) I make timeless classics

Tell me who else is making these tunes?

See me one up or with the goons

Or at the Banya with the tycoons

I sound cold when I spit a new rhyme

New rhyme means more dough, more grind

Ain't nothing new, I make dough all the time

Ain't nothing new, I got gyal on my line

Man wanna rob, that's cool that's fine

Don't complain when you run upon a nine

**** wanna come and try and take what's mine, yo

Fuck that, ****, right now is my time, yo

Every single **** got a one line flow

They're not good but I've got some of those hoes

Yeah, yeah I've got some of those waps

Yeah, yeah, I've got a friend with those

Blacked out whip, better be on your toes

Non-stop beef going on on the roads

I'm a rude boy I wear runaway clothes

Don't give a shit anymore and it shows

I ain't no John Wayne on the roads

Name's Max and I cause pain on the roads

Done with the keys, done with the oz

Oi Finn, aye, turn up, yo, yo

I ain't no John Wayne on the roads

My name's Max and I cause pain on the roads

Done with the keys, done with the oz

Feeling me? Then turn up all your stereos