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letra de helly hansen 4 - chiedu oraka

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i get it, it’s all about clout

if you don’t rate me say it with your mouth

make up your own mind please

say it with ya chest are in or you out

i’d be lying if there want self-doubt

then i get reminded what the game be about

bro this fam that cringe

who’s real anymore there seems to be a drought

can’t be mad if a man’s not for me

his thoughts don’t define my story

we’ve spoke on so many levels

don’t get now when you ignore me

it could get bl–dy it could get gory
but you don’t owe me nothing likе n.o.r.e

don’t ever try shake my hand

wе don’t play like that i’m for the 6 like aubrey

by now you should know my stance

top boy when i enter the dance

a few guys that i’ve gota shout out

if it’s not deeze then it gota be lans

you know what i’ve gota big up my fans

cos they know that the music bangs

i’m not seeking no validation

there not doing me like they did ramz

might see me in size or yankee

6 foot 7 i’m lanky
please no more height questions

won’t answer i’m moving anti

my art so rare like banksy

that why i don’t tickle their fancy

i made this accent cool

so all these hull mcs should thank me

see me driving down cranbrook

people see me and puts their hands up

my story one of a kind

that north hull black boy i wrote that hand book

so what if you’ve been banged up

came out never got your grands up

now you’re in back of the van
scratching ya head like man’s got dandruff

i sk-nk if the riddim slaps

don’t do diss tracks give em whacks

my teams like newcastle

its filled with whites and the blacks

i’m from the land where everyone scr-ps

having bottle no one lacks

more often we just fist fight

i don’t wana hear no talk about waps

i don’t wana hear no talk about cheffing

and when it kicks off your the one that reffing

i’m too old to care about street cred

i just wana have a label like geffen

hold no knife the pen be my weapon

yorkshire’s finest what do you reckon

talk the hardest like you’re from peckham

good freestyles what songs are you meking

look up here if you need some inspo

got our own style and lingo

look in my eyes i’m a star

no wonder i feel like ringo

the girls want a slice like kimbo

and that’s all sweet like vimto

they want gifts and meals

they must think its crimbo

they must think its easter

and they must think i’m a keeper

yeah i’ve got goals and i save

but where not a match like fifa

they say i’m no good without a feature

do you believe em, me either

i love it when the odds are against me

you can’t take over when a man spits ether

like jack i know what’s popping

i’m up all night just plotting

you can be in them buildings

i believe in the tunes i’m dropping

ain’t got time for the blocking

and my confidence you ain’t knocking

a boss understands his values

he ain’t breaking them, for nothing

- chiedu oraka

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