Straight Rhymez

Ayo, sup man?

Still not comin' my way, ay, brotha?

If you don't see me in my sides with my guys

I be in the nice vibe, zoned tryna write rhymes

Bitches in my eyesight, lyrics in the pipeline

I combine lines when the time's right

If I'm in the right mind

White guys' gonna fly high, I'm the right guy

Trust me I'm the coldest don, and this ain't nothin like ice

Told you she don't like rides, but said she wanna ride mine

You're takin' her to Five Guys, I beat her in my guy's ride

She call me sexy 'cause I rhyme tight

But she move sour 'cause I'm gettin all the lime light

Leave her in the morning and won't see her 'til the night time

She only ever phones me for dick, I got a pipeline

Step up on the stage, fuck everyone, it's my time

That's your man's watch in the crowd, look how time flies

You're steppin' on the fine line, the roof will get raised

Like the London city knife crime

She thinks it's funny how I stack up all this money

So I tell her suck my dick, and then I'm bustin' her to A1

Fuck it, I ain't fussy, run the beat, I'm gettin' mucky

Catch a vibe, I'm not a rookie, get a lyric and I spray one

Dopey yet I'm gully, take the piss, I'm with your honey

Gives a kiss, ya lookin' lovely, better show me what you're made of

She been near a few guys, holla'd her a few times

You know she likes the blue eyes, watch how I take my shades off

Grime, rap, trap, gets wrapped

That's facts, man, don't clap straps, but I

Slap tracks fast, barriers get smashed

That's straight to the cash, come back with a bad diss

Ain't a buss pass, man, I don't pass back

In other words, back track, get swerved, that's that

Fat back, slim body, no back fat

Said she's into black man, dash me an L, let me catch that

Please, someone test me, I'm alright for a white

When I write, I'm a lefty

Fuck a knife, but I'm nice for a fight, if you get me

Ayo, check me

I swear to God, I'm underestimated

I never flop, I got it boxed, look how I demonstrate it

Listen up, I teach you somethin', now you're educated

I took a L, but kept smilin', come and celebrate it

Couple groupies, I'm lovin' the life

But maybe one day I'll find the love of my life

Nah, low it, I'm drunk, man's fuckin' tonight

Aitch, look at yourself, stop thinkin' you're fly

I'm not a fraud, don't flex for the cam

Summer time, watch a white boy flex with a tan

I believe that I'm cold, you ask why, 'cause I am

Your beefin' is old, please go, find a plan

Dad said there's not a lift up to success

You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through enough stress

But in the long run, you're comin' out with enough bread

Pops, don't worry, fam, I got this, enough said

How can I feel down, when I'm up next?

I hide things wrong, nobody see me when I'm upset

Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what Mum said

So I do shows, videos, and I run sets

I just step in, give the mic a blessin', then I'm jettin'

Thought he say my name, but I swear I've never met him

Beggin' it to get in, but they can't so now they stressin'

Tryna do my bit, I can't be asked with all the messing

Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressin'

But since the day I started, it's been nothin' but progression

You don't know nothin' 'bout me, you're just guessin'

Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon

'Cause it's Aitch in the place

Quick, pass me the mic, and watch something get blazed

I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em

When the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate

Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested

Honestly, my lyrics somethin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin'

So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin'

It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm chillin'

I don't lurk and dip down opps

But I skrrt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace

I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles

With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced

Half a bottle of vodka in my pocket thinkin'

This is the shit, mate, absolute piss take

All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy

So they sick of seein' this face

Finally, Mr. Aitch, professor of rhymary

P, that's the only thing I've learned since primary

Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me

Bless up, safe, appreciate ya spendin' time with me