Next Up - S4-E40

Текст песни Arka - Next Up - S4-E40

(Ayy, Michelin)
(Relight)

I woke up feelin' hella pissed
My head's bangin' at me, literally
She's bellin' up my phone but that's history
I just need a spliff to breathe
I ain't missin' girls, that's two ways, I don't miss the beat
Paper first, I'm billin' trees
And look, fingers crossed on some bigger stuff
Me, I need the cash like I'm tillin' up
They can't do it, the bottle ain't big enough
Same time, the bottle ain't big enough
Me, I need the money to be fillin' up
I woke up feelin' like Maradona
Look, can't handle the ting, no pressure
Them guys got white on the sidelines
But me, I'm all clean, no Tesla
I'm stood at the mic at the front of the rave
Got me feelin' like I'm doin' up tour days
Look, me and my bro like Touré
No skunk but the bud come gourmet
Yeah, and the bud came lethal
Look, she got a face that's deadly
Best know that her body came evil
Them man are quiet, them man are feeble
Yeah, I bring gas like diesels
Yeah, I ain't talkin' 'bout vaccines
When I say my man tested the needle

And I was down then, but now they see me clear though
The way that I move on this beat, I'm a weirdo
I'm tryna have some clear dough
Tryna bring some bangers for their ears though
And tryna put some diamonds on their earlobe
And me, I need a bottle, have a swig of that
Old girls are pissed 'cause the new one's got style and a bigger back
Deez, so I dig her, that
Right now, I'm workin' on some bigger tracks
Way that I'm comin' for their head, it's like I'm swingin' bats

And I ain't been doin' this a long time
But already they wanna come respect me
We had herbs in the bag like Tetley
Still, it's not stunts for the cam like Jet Li
We gotta work 'til the plates come plenty
And we gotta work 'til the tank's on empty
Look, we turn up on entry
Fuck five figures, I need a century
Fuck five figures, I need a century
Yeah, and see me, I ain't workin' late in no factory
'Cause when you're doin' what you want, it's like the bag's for free
Hop on the mic like I have to please
And see me, I'll sweep up casually
One, two, shell, then I have to breeze
And look, like I said before
My mate's givin' out bags like the whys are free
And look, yo, this ain't the first time, bro
Trust me, this ain't my last time cold
Bro had 'em licked on the first try
He made their eyes roll back like first-time blows
And look, this ain't my first time, bro
Trust me, this ain't my last time cold
Bro had 'em licked on the first try
He made their eyes roll back like first-time blows
And look, this ain't my last time cold
Trust me, they love all the half-time flows
Me, I can never go spit with the AT
'Cah I'm on pitch like half-time shows
And now I'm next up on the madness
Look, got me feelin' like I'm 'bout to blow
Two-time, man, they just 'bout to know
That the lyrics hold weight like Al Capone

And I don't need to worry about haters or 'bout them guys
'Cause I'm with my girl sippin' cocktails on the Thames side
And I'm writin' lyrics 'til my pen's dry
Swagger with the lyrics, yeah, my pen's fly
And I went away for a bit, but now it's back to business
Me, I get wheels on the track like it's Paralympics
Way that she did it, man, I'm glad I licked it
Them man all hope I sink it
Cheeky on the beat like I've gone and dinked it

And I was down then, but now they see me clear though
The way that I move on this beat, I'm a weirdo
I'm tryna have some clear dough
Tryna bring some bangers for their ears though
And tryna put some diamonds on their earlobe
And me, I need a bottle, have a swig of that
Old girls are pissed 'cause the new one's got style and a bigger back
Deez, so I dig her, that
Right now, I'm workin' on some bigger tracks
This was just the entrée, me, I let 'em sit with that