M - CASE Lyrics

I ain't no Drake, or Quintin JR, Tommy Lee

Fam, I'm creative, nobody writes for me

So don't think that I'm taking a diss

I ain't got no big bro, nobody fights for me

Big 45, push in your reartear make man start screaming like the sniper E

Man wanna chat, ride or die

But I know nuff gal that will ride for D

Don't ever think that I'm a nerd

That's a straight fly kick in your face

No, hyping G

Nuff man say I spit raw

But gal say that I spit Piff like light and B

Warlords keep talking this war

But when it's war, don't wanna war

What? Don't, man

See, I know Nuff man

Gwarn like there money, man

But Nuff money on the road

Cuz o man P ,Nuff man wanna

write bars and take shots

Then I outclass, man

I'm the new Kendrick

Man could never it straight murder

Relapse, I raise the bar and bench it

If I'm too hot for the tune, man

Act like I ain't got a room like a bed sit

I tell a man, don't act dumb

And make the 45 warm up your chest like Lemsip

I'm the new Burger and Lobster

In grime, Them man

Are all pizza and breadsticks

One Sixteens murder

My eight bars got more crack than the pyrex I chef with

Enough man tell me I'm sick

Cause I spit with the talent that Nuff man wish they were blessed with

When I tell a sound boy that your not on my grind

They ain't talking blazing a Cess spliff

When I get dark, fam, I turn Elijah

If you wanna get hype, fam, I get hyper

Fam, you a Pumpum

That's a vagina

Demon spirit get darker than Niga

If you want swag, then get me a striker

Building a line, I'll get you a grinder

Fam, I told man from day that I'll lick a man down it's cool

Just get me a rider

Get me a rider

Get me a rider

Certified I'm a hoodstar like Strider

No, I don't chat to gal on my line phones

But I romance Nuff gall on my lycra

Some gal say I'm dark like Mavado

Cause I got tatts and chicks just like Tiger

If I don't get no B from Tyson or Bugd

Then it's back to trap with that Myra

I'm a grinder

And a trap star

So come and ride the wave on my jet ski

Cause I put in work when they put in work

Cause one sixtyfour can get deadly

So my eight bar sound like time bombs

And my sixteen will put you to bed G

I've got a big 45 in the man bag

And the long nose look long like Ernie

The long nose looks dark like Oprah

The long nose looks dark like Wesley

You man look like Tramps on a daily

I'm out for the paper, Squillar and Benji

If a man want to do this

Come, let's do this

Stop shouting so the feds see

Cause you man are all PumPums

Bad man don't watch PumPums

You know I get plenty

Nuff man say I'm rude

But the girls told me I look cute on the road so what

So when I start punching

Man up, like Ronnie

I dare man to hype up

When I don't stop

You could never ever try

Bring a knife to a gunfight

Man, straight Box man Cuz so What

Nuff man keep telling me

That I'm going on dreads so much

That I might grow locks

What if I want louds

Then I phone up Chris

If I want Mandy

I phone up Ox

Traps out, I'm on the road all day

24-7, the grind don't stop

My right hand keep telling me go ham

My left hand keep telling me so what

Nuff man keep telling me

That I look like a shotter

But you know what fam, I don't shot