Manaman - Blay Vision

I’m not gonna lie, if you ain’t sick then you won’t get a verse

Sending for Blay only get man burst

Get man hurt, man don’t learn

Man get boxed up, jaw get turnt

Bredrins splurt, quickest scram

Totally dang, shoes got left

Man hit prams, fam understand

I’ll make your wifey plug food when we leave 'Dam

You’re not the man, dickheads rate your gang

Raising your voice but no one’s prang

Raising your voice but, no one cares

You’ll get weighed left gasping air

There’s not one MC here I fear

Man get bun any time any year

Any time any year man get bun

Man can’t diss me or my mum

For that right there man buss their gun

For that right there shotgun get pumped

Jaw get myth, leave man slumped

Violate terms, shells will dumped

I don’t really care what 'dem man are on

What 'dem man are on will always get slumped

'Dem man there ain’t handling bread

'Dem man talk about whipping up crack but don’t know how many grams in a Z

If I gave my man a half of B, he would OD 'cause life got tense

Swerve them man treat man like Fed

Man can’t badmind me and bread

Mutual friend might open his head

Might open his head in front of the marj

My man’s nan might get a likkle barge

Tings get mad when man wanna tark

Man don’t bark, man i come to the yard

Dunno why you wanna flex all hard

Last time that I said that man got parred

Take a man’s wifey and go to Shard

Make that pay on your savings card

G-check me get sent to the morgue

Man is on form, it won’t be bless like Sunday morn

Your folks will hate me for the son they mourn

I’ve never cared what anyone thought

Man try stab me when I was 15 so I didn’t care when his limbs got torn

So I didn’t care when the yute got bored, it’s a madting

Harm my fam get left in the way, so much leg to the face

So much head to the pave, so much stress for your bae

Things weren’t left for your day, it’s cray

Nah fuck that come again, it’s Blay

Flows too gone, evidence is bait

Leave in enemies in intensive states

All 'cause man wanna to dwell pon hate

'Cah I punched man up for less

I punched man up for less than that

Man wanna come invest in chat

No, protect your chest and back

Came in the room on a rude boy ting

Now man are searching for teeth and manners

These likkle yutes ain’t beating hammers

You’re not bad — you’ll get slapped and dragged

You’ll get tagged and bagged

Raise that hand get nabbed

Your mandem will all hold jabs

Don’t try flex on man, I’ll suplex your nan

Come on