
Signing Day KayMuni
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[Chorus]
I'm walking through the bando, there's fiends on the floor
I'm a rapper now, I can't get the re anymore
In the T twenty fours, I don't really do socials
My cats in the trap doing snowballs
[Verse]
Labels talking deals, me and S still dealing
O.T., half a square, bro you don't know the feeling, do you?
I can't stop jugging cah jugging ain't an option
Love the T, food in Scotland
Muni splashed blood on the gloves, spots I gotta blur out
Cheffed him up, he never got a word out
You think you man are trap stars, you re-up on a baller
I don't really answer no private caller, nah I lied
Cah my cat phoned me off his mum's phone, his phone diеd
She want crack so bad she start to cry, on my life
It was crazy what I seen a cat do for a stonе
Robbed the whole city crazy, what I do for a phone
In O, turn a next man's neighbourhood to my block
Twenty fours, we don't turn the lines off
Shit, I had five blocks and there was only one me
That's why I had five different drug squads on me
I'm selling stones, O.T., 9AM I'm billing phones
I draw twenty cats today, I'm in my zone
How can I feel alone?
Got a nine and twenty racks on the table
I'm signed to the T, ain't got no label
I'm walking through the bando, there's fiends on the floor
I'm a rapper now, I can't get the re anymore
In the T twenty fours, I don't really do socials
My cats in the trap doing snowballs
[Verse]
Labels talking deals, me and S still dealing
O.T., half a square, bro you don't know the feeling, do you?
I can't stop jugging cah jugging ain't an option
Love the T, food in Scotland
Muni splashed blood on the gloves, spots I gotta blur out
Cheffed him up, he never got a word out
You think you man are trap stars, you re-up on a baller
I don't really answer no private caller, nah I lied
Cah my cat phoned me off his mum's phone, his phone diеd
She want crack so bad she start to cry, on my life
It was crazy what I seen a cat do for a stonе
Robbed the whole city crazy, what I do for a phone
In O, turn a next man's neighbourhood to my block
Twenty fours, we don't turn the lines off
Shit, I had five blocks and there was only one me
That's why I had five different drug squads on me
I'm selling stones, O.T., 9AM I'm billing phones
I draw twenty cats today, I'm in my zone
How can I feel alone?
Got a nine and twenty racks on the table
I'm signed to the T, ain't got no label
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