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Raptum
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Julian Council
Julian Council
Songwriter
Mayowa Babalola
Mayowa Babalola
Songwriter

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You know what man are making You know what man are driving All the time that you're gazing Man I strive for the taking You're so inna I don't do circles, just a set Dead set on getting bread set From the Jump Manna know I jump hurdles CG get tun up in your headset Head set like I'm tryna hit curveballs See G's when I connect verbals Don't ask too many questions Otherwise I have to give verbal I don't forget the times When you were sleeping on me Cos now you nocturnal Back in the day see the shine Was light leaking on me Up in the sound journals Now I might blind you The way the shine is gleaming on me If you got sense I know you're speaking of me All the inner ones I know you're preeing on me Cos you see the money and clout Creeping on me You Wanna show TLC Cos the fame is your block Wanna put your name To a name to the top See a blue tick, saying who's this Didn't follow back So you gave them a block Hashtag cancelled, name there's a lot I don't give a damn Who you be envying a lot I don't give a damn who you got Running from the block I don't give a damn You ain't go take away my spot Now they really want it I was on it when man weren't keen on it Lay awake at night won't sleep With the mic in my hand See the way man would dream of it You're watching up dem man Can't relate You're watching up their plans But your dream late Brudda you're cross eyed Can't see straight Keep myself to myself, cos I see fake You know what man are making You know what man are driving All the time that you're gazing Man I strive for the taking Your so inna for a way in You know what man are making You know what man are driving All the time that you're gazing Man I strive for the taking You're so inna for a way in You see it starts early From young was told I'm the one Had my name on the back of my jersey Looked up to no one Look in a mirror to know if a mans certi See they know too much these days Cos your ego wanna show too much Some just wanna show love Some wanna be inna But they don't want you to blow too much What What What I see a gold digger Acting like you got the game clocked You beginner Only one to drop weight all year round See how I don't ever get thinner I could careless about the games politics I could careless about your vain promises I don't about the people in your follow list I don't care about the blog that Put you on a list You Wanna show TLC Cos the fame is your block Wanna put your name To a name to the top See a blue tick, saying who's this Didn't follow back So you gave them a block Hashtag cancelled, name there's a lot I don't give a damn Who you be envying a lot I don't give a damn who you got Running from the block I don't give a damn You ain't go take away my spot Now they really want it I was on it when man weren't keen on it Lay awake at night won't sleep With the mic in my hand See the way man would dream of it You're watching up dem man Can't relate You're watching up their plans But your dream late Brudda you're cross eyed Can't see straight Keep myself to myself, cos I see fake You know what man are making You know what man are driving All the time that you're gazing Man I strive for the taking You're so inna for a way in You know what man are making You know what man are driving All the time that your gazing Man I strive for the taking You're so inna for a way in You're so inna
Writer(s): Julian T. Council, Mayowa Nathan Babalola Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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