MAKA

Music: Central Cee/Jake Fridkis/Shairiq Noel/Spencer Harris/Samuel Martin Dimits I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered As long as the money and family's patterned I don't give a **** 'cause that's all that matters Arabic one, she a blatant 9ahba But she don't think that I know she a badders We trap, but we should've kicked back, been scammers I seen bro call and wack that baller On the stove, cook rolling stones But the jack boys cream off of moves like Jagger Think that I poured up too much Maka' My belly is bloated, I ****ed my bladder Fifty notes, got hella red faces Making her blush, one touch, she's flattered Please and thank you, remember your manners I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

Alright, between me and them, there's a serious gap I laugh out loud when I hear them brag I was just like them, I was sharing clothes Me and bro took turns, I'd share with wads Like the back of my hand, got the area mapped That was crack cocaine and heroin wraps It was Cathnor Park where they buried the waps Now me and them boys got nothin' in common They can't compare me, nothin' ain't similar Chrome Heart shades on my face, remember the ones that I took from the 3D cinema Should've went colly and not skipped seminar Bro push weight like cellulite, OT selling light, caught on cell site Risked jail time for a cash flow regular I was only a kid peekin' through the window And I got gassed when I heard it slap Go to the club, get paid and cut They buy tables and get burst off yak Is it worth all of that to get turf by yats? For me and my batch, it don't work like that What you don't hear don't hurt, bae So I make sure when I cheat, no words get back Put them in my shoes, I don't know if them dudes gonna make it through, I don't know if they'll manage Dressed like skaters, still got my nank on deck when I'm wearing Supreme or Palace I've got beef, but I ain't lifting a finger I make P that can make people vanish I played FIFA with the fiends in a bando Shit Wi-Fi had my P4 lagging

I'm tired, drained, exhausted, knackered I ball like Shaq when the backboard's shattered As long as the money and family's patterned I don't give a **** 'cause that's all that matters Arabic one, she a blatant 9ahba But she don't think that I know she a badders We trap, but we should've kicked back, been scammers I seen bro call and wack that baller On the stove, cook rolling stones But the jack boys cream off of moves like Jagger Think that I poured up too much Maka' My belly is bloated, I ****ed my bladder Fifty notes, got hella red faces Making her blush, one touch, she's flattered Please and thank you, remember your manners I don't even live in a crib, it's a manor

We got guns and balla Fine shit came with her friend, I'm not even knowin' which one's badder Rollin' low with ski in the Benz, I'm back on the ends, I feel like Spragger Twin Sigs, I'm twillin' blems, they don't want that, it's filled with cancer Filled to the brim, ain't got no space I ****ed for free, but you bought that bag Her chest too high, but she got no waist Why they watchin' man so much while I'm watchin' gyal? I don't think they're straight Lah, banged that off, make space He's pushin' his friend like they're havin' a race Play with somethin' that's safe The hash is high, and so are the stakes The static's loud, and so is the– And so is the bass DXB, I'm flyin' Emirates He would've turned pack, but he got on a plane, ha Cooked in the brain, he thought he was bad, got took for his chain (Bitch) Makatussin double-cup tuck They're askin', "What's that, pink lemonade?"