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feed'em - not for the radio, pt.2 (nftr2) كلمات الأغنية

if you rate me do it with chest
like grab that fork and knife to the gang logo and put it on chest
on my ones these demons stressed with the gang the beef immense
i got kings and queens all hands on decks, like their name was renz
i just grab my sword and ride out on the hide outs where these demons rent, and
cast them out like a landlord, cah they can’t afford this rent
by god’s grace i’m on duty, ah, that’s 10 out of 10
and if i miss the mark, there’s matthew, luke, and john we arе doing it again
like how many times did i flop on mission? and your still my friend
thеy want to bang that lethal weapon, like beckham watch it bend
i got a big one going back, first class to the one who sent, it’s real that’s no pretend, i know they’ll come again, so i’m ready
like we can bring arms out big like ben, i don’t wanna hear about who what when?
pray for the gang, pray for the fam, we can do it anywhere in the street like ken
not for the clout, not for the trend, not for the radio, not for them
bro told me get confident, these bars got written with a different pen
that’s f double e, d e m, levels are big like the b e n
i’m from the c o n , g o living in the l d n, i was raised in west to be precise w t e n
i don’t rep postcodes or ends if i come to your bits i’m gonna see friends that’s normal!
i just ride out on my jack jones no verbal
sh_lls on sh_lls on sh_lls no turtle
spit that holy ghost fire inferno
it’s either your hot or cold you can’t do both no thermal
they thought they can write me off
but i’ve got time for the scriptures 2 2 bars got’em moving like sprinters
how you gon talk about digits filthy rags ..oh you calling that riches?
yeah man i’ve seen them wraps, can’t chat to man about traps
young boys breaking the cycle, come like feet of the pedal
ofcourse i’m a system rebel, its like this goes deeper within
that’s why they are taking it in
i see bare young girls miss guided i don’t care about a pretty little thing (yo)
(i don’t care what) them man are on
i spit christ on the microphone, flow so saxaphone, melody
tell a young boy you should mind your tone, i gotta bring it on
i don’t care if you don’t sing along, i spit my bars for a major cause, he’s got my back like a spinal chord, no strings attached i just struck a chord, okay its a minor though
lets straighten it out like an iron board
man i’ve been creased from day, yes for my sins he paid
dun know big up jesus, but you ain’t gonna win today (woo)
late night lurkin with the 4:4 yeah i’m on my read and pray

- feedem

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