Nothing To Lose - Merky Ace, Ego, Kozzie

Nothing To Lose - Merky Ace, Ego, Kozzie

Альбом
All Or Nothing
Год
2013
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
186000

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Nothing To Lose

Merky Ace, Ego, Kozzie

I’ll skip round twenty MCs, fam, I don’t care

I’m in the scene, I own it now

Five year graft, I’m on my arse

Hopped in the dungeon, went bar-for-bar

Five singles later, I’m catting it hard

My EP charted, I’ve come far

Twenty bag followers with a blue tick

Kiss my arse

Shoutout Faze, shoutout MI

My Gs, on my wave

I quit smoking, shoutout Dave

Look at us now, totally made

Fuck you if you don’t like me

I’m entertainment, show me your P

Get a booking in, or go buy a tee

Or go buy a hat, that’s the merchandise by me

I’ve got nothing to lose

That’s why I risk my neck daily

I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now

It’s eff you, pay me

I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now

Are you crazy?

I don’t care if you like or hate me

Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me

I’ve got nothing to lose

That’s why I risk my neck daily

I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now

It’s eff you, pay me

I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now

Are you crazy?

I don’t care if you like or hate me

Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me

I still live life to the edge

Nine years back, I could’ve been dead

Now I’m in parties, off my face

Onstage, I’m shutting down rave instead

Normal living, still out here

Still mash up the tings, then I send 'em bed

I be in Fabric getting so waved

Dem man are so broke, they stayed in bed

Their life’s totally dead

Seat at the bar, I ain’t tryna MC

Until a promoter pays me instead

Money upfront, then everyting’s bless

I’m tryna get fed, I’m tryna see more

I’m tryna tour loads, I’m tryna get head

I’m tryna see a hundred bags

So if you don’t make me a pound, it’s totally dead

Yo, nothing to lose, still trashing out gobs

Call me a waiter, I’m serving wok

To that man’s wife at the end of the job

Eff you, pay me, holler that gwop

FT’s so cold, so on top

So tell all ah dem boy dere I said stop

I ain’t tryna do no open mic for the promo

What’s that?

G, that’s washed

Airport coasting

Bagging the Barclays bars and hosting

You can ask Faze, man think man are joking?

We was in the hotel, doing smoking

So loud, I was choking

Dem boy dere smoke zoots with coke in

Say that they’re winning, but they’re really not

Cuh we’ve already won and they’ve already lost

I’ve got nothing to lose

That’s why I risk my neck daily

I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now

It’s eff you, pay me

I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now

Are you crazy?

I don’t care if you like or hate me

Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me

I’ve got nothing to lose

That’s why I risk my neck daily

I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now

It’s eff you, pay me

I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now

Are you crazy?

I don’t care if you like or hate me

Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me

When I touch mic, everybody goes sick

I learnt the whole game, dem man are just kids

You step onstage, you can’t get no wheel

I don’t even know what that is

I could jump onstage, spit two bars

Sit back and watch the whole rave get liff

Best holler at FT for a shutdown quick

If it ain’t FT, it’s shit

(Are you mad?)

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