STRAIGHT RHYMEZ 2 Lyrics – Aitch [from album “4”]

(Pezmo Beats)
Yeah

If You Don’t See Me In M-town, I’m Jet Bound
Lighting Up A Next Crowd, Pu$sy, I’m A Vet Now
Must’ve Forgot Young Shelly Got Bars
‘Cause I Went And Topped Charts, Boy, I Never Put The Pen Down
Kept My Soul, I Just Sell My Rhymes
Watch Face Full Of Boogers, I Can Smell The Time
If We’re Talking Top Five And You Don’t Say My Name
Then You’re Tripping On The Kid And Let Me Tell You Why
‘Cause I’m The Only Rapper That Be Having It His Own Way
F#ck What Your Mum, Dad, Sister, Or Your Bros Say

I’m The Only Rapper That Can Run A Track With Hollowman
Then Go And Shut Down The F#cking Etihad With Coldplay
I’m The Only Rapper Telling Rappers They Can’t Chat To Me
Same Week, Raise Hundred Fifty Bags For Charity
I’m The Only Rapper That Ain’t Capping With His Chest
I’m The Only, I’m The Only Rapper Left
Grizate Lizines, This Strizaight Rizhymes
Shell It, Then I Skizate, Aitchy Go Blizind

All Them Man Are Fizake, Hate, Mizake Lizies
I’m Running To Cizake, Snakes Get Left Behind
Maybach, Porsche, Range, Benz For The Drought
Don’t Even Get Me Started What I Spent On The House
So If I Ever Send Shots, It’s ’cause I’m F#cking Pissed Off
What The F#ck I Look Like? I Ain’t Sending For Clout
I Was Sixteen, Went And Turned A Benz’ To A Ounce
Tell The Plug, “I’ll Wait For You”, Like Tems Is About

Fam, I Only Talk Sense, I Ain’t Censoring Nought
Must Be Senseless, F#ck Your Two Cents, Send ’em Out
I Been Repping For My City, Little Scally ’bout That Action
Tax ’em, If It’s Up North, I Get A Fraction
It’s Like The Game Got Too Gentrified
I’m One Of The Only Man In Manny Still Rapping With An Accent
Blast ’em, Picking ’em Off At Random
Killing The Opps With Kindness, Seen A Gangster Throw A Tantrum

Still On The Block With Riders, Boy, Don’t Try Me ’cause I’m Handsome
Doing This Ting For Time, That’s Why My Wrist Look Like A Lantern
Seven Summers, Here’s To Seven Others
I Can Make A Hit Song, I Can Clearly Bury Brothers
If I Pull Up On Your Wife, I’ll Be Fair And Use The Rubbers
But I’m Daddy For The Night And I Swear That’s On My Mothers
It’s Hard Tryna Figure Out The Ratio

Hm, Should I Rap My Ass Off Or Hit The Radio?
Hm, Should I Try And Hide My Face On Every Date I Go?
Hm, Should I Get A Pillow Princess Or A Crazy Ho?
Hm, Should I Make Another M Or Go And Spend One?
Hm, Should I Link Her Or Ask Her What Her Friends On?
Hm, Should I Buy A House To Chill In Or Get Rent From?
Hm, Should I Let That Boy Live, Or Should I Send One?

Yeah, Right On The Plane
Shoot Dice On The Mic, Too Tight With The Game
On Sight With The Rhymes, Talk Nice On My Name
Since 2018, I Brought Life To The Game
From The M-town, Europe, States, Even Zante
Cooking Up With Sheeran, On Stage With Ashanti
I Been Upping Gears, Steady Brushing Off My Peers
Puss!es Lucky That I’m Here, All You Paigons Should Thank Me