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letra de backseat of the rolls - clavish

[verse]
i was p-ssed off when i wrote this so this flow ain’t for the kids
neither is it for the chicks, don’t condone the things i did
before my music took a lift, don’t look at me as no role model
put music bread towards things they use to try and take your soul from you
sent her to pilates, came back looking like some coke bottle
spin your block, can’t see you, spin your mummy’s house with no morals
the type of sh-t we used to be on, i’m still with it if that’s the case
i’m big on being honest, stories i tell don’t get fabricated
rumours i don’t look after my ones willing to stеp
but if you ask, i’ve done the most for thеm, they’ll tell you yes
rumours that i got finessed which is true
but it was nowhere near no forty grand
so i just took that weird sh-t on my chest
apologise to all my fans on all the light i never shed
it wasn’t me that cancelled my tour, that got cancelled by the feds
tryna make some positive moves, still can’t seem to get a rest
unless they’re dressing up in black, i’m not impressed, you know the vibes
i’m on the phone to slime, he’s whipping all this work at one time
i’m pretty sure m made four patek philippe’s off one line
this shawty said she’ll hold me down and have my back, i know she’s lying
not just a rapper, go ask n-ggas i got beef with if i’m like that
whilst you’re at it, go ask n-ggas that don’t like me the reason why
certain rappers rapping violence when all they ever did was drive
i put pagans on my mindy like i ain’t got no virgin knife
no knives in sight when ar gets the drop, he’s turning up with pipes
sold that tool on for two tools to keep it cool, that’s not my nine
gang unit, i’m just making music, i ain’t raising up no crime
drop you turners if you’re sliding, don’t be wasting up my bine
shooting whips up don’t make sense, we ain’t got mix-up with their rides
you talk about ’em in your songs but you ain’t walking down your wagans
i still buy straps with wooden handles, tote bags for my lady
double c’s for my runners, fourteen bills to tie my laces
paid her bills for the month, i’m not a fan of talking stages
my nitty called me by my stage name, i nearly fainted
nearly lost my balance
i can’t be mad if my squeezers say they lost my hammers
i don’t give a f-ck who you heard’s active
if you’re talking spinning blocks then mention me
i done all the important stabbings
keko used to say, “don’t serve your neighbours ’cause that’s bait”
he’d probably serve his neighbour too if he scored two bills every day
i heard michael passed away, now i’m on the edge
getting nervous, hoping that he died from natural causes, not my beige
phone s-x when i was locked in jail but the most she done was eat me up
having music money, being from the hood don’t make it easier
i’m spoiling hoes i f-ck on like i think that makes them freakier
after, they go post up what i bought on social media
may asked me what i think ’bout this new artist on the scene
i think he’s cold but tbh i think he’s tryna be like me
if you heard i don’t give my n-ggas money on the threes
you better hear how much i give them when they’re free, f-ck you mean?
my n-ggas worried ’bout me lately cah the sprite i pour ain’t clean
i told a, “i need my fizzy back, the trey deuce you can keep”
i’m surprised they ain’t got me up on no cctv
g-o-d’s the reason you ain’t on bbc, pr-nounced d-e-a-d
i get cancelled ’cause i f-ck on girls then wanna f-ck their bredrins
and their bredrins know i f-cked their friends but somehow they still let me
free l, he’s not a stig, he’ll shoot your strip up on a leccy
before i ever wore denim tears, put tears in n-ggas’ denim
i got a lot of straps from a to b courtesy of indie
i press girls in hotel suites and leave them there, they’re not my linky
pass on my wap, can’t have my glizzy bulging my amiri’s
i’m like peter parker looking for my mary
we all bleed the same blood
gotta let the olders know that they don’t scare me
especially the ones that never did anything for me
i got hoes i don’t converse with, only call them when i’m h-rny
so they’ve got a valid reason if they reckon that i’m boring
backseat of the rolls, allegations that he told
so a song featuring me and him? no
got n-ggas locked in prison tryna get their cases thrown
and n-ggas that got thrown some numbers
wishing they could just go home
i tried stab him out his clothes, i didn’t realise there was witnesses
don’t make that girl your queen, that’s just a stranger that i mingle with
dropped my little cousin a glee, said he wants a switch on it
pp on my wrist ’cause i’m on bigger things

- clavish

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