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[verse 1: jed & yung lays]
yo, jed, what
i don’t have time for these sideman actors, and i don’t have time for these goons
claiming they’re the best in the ends when all these kids really do is lie in their tunes (lie in their tunes)
hm, wasteman tactics
trust me my gameplan’s m-ssive
and chris equals bed in my flow to jump on a track and it’s safe in its place ’cause i’m active
i know certified g’s, tc i rep for my team
best up in fife, we’re the best of the capital, and we do this sh-t for the neds in the scheme
so watch for me, twenty-seventeen
sitting in the studio sippin’ on lean
no prince charming, i don’t need a queen
too busy chasing my dream, like wow
‘n’ it goes bang if you ever want to f-ck with my gang
whole team speaking that scotland slang (slang, ay)
ky1 is the place that i hang
it’s full of slags that i’d probably bang
no mouse of a man, shoutout to the clan
wanna make a mil, no paco rabanne
wanna buy a separate house for my gran
so i tell a sideman he ain’t my fam
too many chuck their toys out the pram
i came with the flames call fireman sam
they said i go in, never go ham
used to go hard but, now i go harder
this is for the youngers, this is for the gangsters
this is for the shoplifters and the farmers
this is for the car drivers and the kick starters

[verse 2: yung lays]
so what’s the word in the street cause right now i’m bringing that heat
f-ck sh-t up like the birds and the bees
no matte and top like it’s so peak (jeez)
yeah, it’s deeper than deep
i’m running that skeng no athlete
i’m [?] wae’ the fake rappers who don’t rap for the content
it’s like they rap for the beat and they ain’t got conscious
please stop that, stop that, stop that nonsense
i mean i had tihs clothes and i had no options
cause i got the bars unlocked like straight out of sock
pull up in the block like ugh
mask on my face, no purge
me and that [?] stays [?]
smoking the dankest herb
cruising round edinburg
southside that’s my turf
f-ck around and you’ll get burst, [?] you’ll get merked
if you take your time around the kerb
cause some mad piece will leave you lying in the dirt
so [?] you’re beaky, get bluku bye bye if you’re cheeky
stop talkin’ like a top boy, y’all liccle man, you’re bozy
cause my show’s ot
your show’s lowkey
oh, when i’m in the house or when i’m in the paint got em’ cutting shapes like a [?]

[refrain: jed]
ya’ done tho!

[verse 3: copey]
you say trapping ain’t dead but where’s your connection?
don’t say gangs cause i cannae’ see a section
don’t lie, man, you never get s-x
don’t want a cl-ss with me cause i’ll dead the beat
flatline like a lethal injection
get smoked and left in the hedge like benson for flexin’
but he ain’t’ got [?] stand tae salute or i’ll spin you like crash bandicoot
i’ll shut down, reboot, it says you’re best leave it oot’
you’re best leave it out
when you see these c-nts jumping on to the waves that we make
when we jump on sets, you can get decked
then spun like decks, spend yer’ life on the deck
know a couple boys that’ll run up in yer gaff in a sec
wae’ a bag [?]
suggest that ye’ stay in check
[?] like a shot of incest
that reminds me when ye get upset
cause yer bird’s [?] somec-nt that you’ve no even met
don’t act like a boss round here it don’t wash like becks
remember your set, mind where you walk
step outside and you’ll get caught cause
too many c-nts want to put on a show
too many c-nts want tae’ talk about weed that they smoke
too many c-nts want tae’ talk about too many c-nts that they now
and it’s jokes, tell these gimps tae’ stay in the lane or get oot’ the road
you’re not bold, down they’re [?] ‘n’ get put on a stove
they c-nts [?] on their toes, on the road
i’ll set the beat with no phone though
watch [?] on the road
talkin’ mare when i catch you on your one’s and toes
just know that when i take back my six teens are runnin’ about sixteen are sick teens
who won’t hesitate tae’ chop you like guillotines
stop that fake g-man act it’s k!lling me
i’ll leave a big scar on yer’ face like ribéry

[verse 4: jed & yung lays]
you don’t trap in the ends
you rap with you’re friends
i’m starting a trend, you’re not bad, you’re pretend
you’ve not spent a lot a dark nights on the road
you were cosy in the house writing bars with a pen
i was sitting in the council estate
cold on my face, chopping up goes of snow wae’ my mates
haven’t got time for these fakes who were sleeping on me
but it’s wake [?], you ain’t bad
you sell a few ounces of haze
i was in the trap house movin’ ounces of flake
twenty-four [?] ([?])
and a sideman better get out of my way (my way)
(brrp)
[?] to a brainwave, but i’ll play safe
till a little bit of money, better move, better make way
get a parcel reloaded on the same day
f-ck a bit like kim k, no ray-j
do you even know guys in the pen?
i know guy’s that are in who tried to take the lives of three men (grown men)
guy’s that’ll take the [?] amen (amen)
got bars in behind and bars ‘n’ i spray ‘dem
mayhem when i run up on the paigon
see what i g-ssed up, f-ckboy’s get the same thing (same thing) (ayy)
never came here to make friends
i just stay here in my lane tryna make ends

[verse 5: haas & yung lays]
smoke that weed till my eyes start slipping
too much drugs till my brain starts tripping
mobile phone, always ringing
facebook messages, always pinging
wanna chat sh-t then you know that i’m swinging
move like a g but yer’ birds still minging
nah, i don’t move like that
you and your boys all move like rats
so i draw for the tool but i’m on no raft
no mit, no ball but i’ve still got a bat
not coming to play, dressed in black
you’ll get wrapped like an ounce of the cheese
do as i please, only run from the police
‘n’ i sneak to your girls that night for a beat
yo, just light my dong
[?] wae’ the trap beats on
wae’ the trap jukes on
i’m from the bits, oh-one-three-one, phone me up and we’ll run ye about
no f-cking about, get a bat to the mouth
don’t f-ck wae’ the boys from the south (southey)
might catch me in the south of the city
chillin’ in gracemount, burdie or gillie (gillie)

[interlude: metagold]
oh, was that halfway?
right okay

[verse 6: poczy]
canne take me funny, dafty c-nts are like, “what’s happening?”
“poczy, ken any c-nt looking for a half eight”
i’m like, “f-ck that [?]”
might see me wae’ the yg’s, kicking back the high street
got that green sh-t on me like the hibee’s
cc [?] team, that’s my g’s
might see me wae’ the, me wae’ the, might see me in a scheme
smoking splissy green
the c-nts that a know, know that i’ve got that flow that n0body knows
and no c-nts seen that streets bet i run clean
nae’ wonder the young team bun green
ken what a mean? ken what a mean?
c-nt’s in southside, ken what a mean?
c-nt’s in burdie, ken what a mean?
a say c-nt’s in gilmerton, ken what a mean?
c-nt’s in southside, ken what a mean?
c-nt’s in burdie, ken what a mean?
a say c-nt’s in gilmerton, ken what a mean?
c-nt’s in, c-nt’s in

[verse 7: mcroy]
yo, it’s the young pup
wae’ the young luck
couldnae’ believe it when a messed up
couldnae be seen when a dressed up
couldnae be me cause i’m fed up
wish i was free but i’m bed stuck
but i invest luck wae’ the best, love
go the best puff, so rest up, wae’ yer legs up
no, cause yer’ [?] wae’ the [?] up
far from the feds up dug
stop when the head’s f-cked up
till it’s fine, cause you’re looking at a god of his time
but a god of the whole mine
but hold the whole line
to be told the whole time that your soul would be cold so we know divine
disinfect the insect cause a pest to the rest
who’s blessed to be best, it’s best to invest
no rest for the west, so vexed to be next
you’re messed in the head, see
really been stressed, got the [?]
keep goin’ through the database
keep goin’ ‘it the same pace
weak knowing that weed plays on the weekdays in a weak place
but i dinnae wantae’ cheat mate
i’ve got a bars in the mars seek crate
i’ve got bars on ma card in my [?]
briefly take a heidstart, i’ll beat ye’
say you know hardship?
you don’t know hard, pr-ck
sit down, be the target while i harvest the garden for the market
till i harness the hardest cause i’m starving
till i tarnish regardless of the artist
till i vanish the farthest from the sharpest knowledge ‘n’ the largest
never hardest carc-ss
see, it’s unreal how many fanatics panic when it’s tragic that the magic vanished from the average savage
far reach for the raddest package
i’ve seen from the travel lavish
smoke weed full advantage p-sses
souls weak, need a bandage
i’m damaged fae’ the traffic
so join through the depths of h-ll
ringing the bells ye’ never seen, never been through
it’s no hard to tell ye never lean, never me
so we’re go need tae’ sell yer [?]
you should be looked in the cell, yersel
noone to restore yourself or to restore your health
when i reach statue, you’ll be on the shelf
so wee you’ll lose, you’ll be on lapel
so you think you’re a big man wae’ the cars, scars the chicks ‘n’ the bits, man
it’s harder, i’ve come far, spliffs man ‘n’ the bars on tick, man
so i fl!ck man big bars when i hit them
quick bars, so i spit them
run far till i kick some [?]
[?] wae’ the sniff son, trip stars when you pick some
kickstarts fae’ the crushed jump

[verse 8: metagold]
goin’ to prison for a long time but it’s no different to where i’ve been living
this whole earth is like prison being lead by fake politicians
always blocking yer’ vision
all this television and fakeness, tae keep me from winning
(yeah)
i’m always hitting like tyson, sniffin’ out-grows with my dyson
frightening like frankenstein
ten-year blocks, hope ye’ don’t float
wine ‘n’ dine, who commits crime?
i guess you’ll be fine, i’ll be taking what’s mine
i’m running out of time
i’m not finished, i’m not even started
spark this joint and numb the pain
take them thoughts away
smoke that haze on the rainy days
so got to get out the door, cause you’re life’s just been poured on the floor
feel your soul leaving through the door
one step more, you can’t ignore all the bullsh-t stories
same old pony’s, b-tch–ss phoney’s just latching on to steal aw your glory
there will be no more sweet boy from me
the only thing i’ll please is me
well if you’re looking for me, bring it to dundee

- twelve 50 tv

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