Twenty2

Lyrics: Stackz Pounds/Samuel Lox/Kieran Hannan/Manlikepaypa Music: Stackz Pounds/Samuel Lox/Kieran Hannan/Manlikepaypa Fresh home straight back to the pot Bro say I got a talented wash The way I vanish a oz Alakazam I got a magical rock They say I’m having it off Two pans on a hob And if they hand me the ls Bro hand me the bells They told me life was a beach I’m round the sand and the shells I’m doing more then they think Gloves over the sink Life all on the brink Skating all on the rink I was poor I couldn’t piss I filled the pot up with flizz In the wok on my tizz Still chop a block in the triz I’m never watching up his Killa k stacks pizz That’s a couple of quid Like what the **** did you think Yo I ride alone Move these zeds silent like the x upon the xylophone If you wan it hit me on my lyca phone They all tell me I should blow Gifted with the microphone Christmas with a nine of snow I ain’t ina typing hoes Young boy send out texts in the mornings how far typing goes Funny when they tell me shit about my life that I dunno Like stop talking Cause I promised that I never stopped walking Watching for the coppers that’s patrolling ok a hot morning Like from donny to London My bruddah chopping these onions Gets heated then we’re copping the Bunsen's Last month I was locked in the dungeon Soon as this tags off my ankle I’m popping up at the functions

Was down bad I had to flip it I weren’t living I’ve been livid I can’t sit around and kick it had to get my money up I had to run me down a digit and that’s all I know This money comes and this money goes Pops taught me and that’s all he write Was born alone so ima die alone So if it ain’t money Please don’t call the phone

I aint always been lit I was stuck on this strip Half a b in the in the whip Burner stuck on my hip Gyal stuck on my D*ck Cah she think say I’m rich Must be taking the piss I’m an old school trapper I got old school ways I just reloaded and after that I reload again Them man used to stunt look how the tables have changed Them man are out f pocket cause there mindset stayed the same Stayed realer than most Stack bigger than most I was stacking way back What you think this a joke Spent 30k on dogs just to get rid of notes My nigga lost his brother now he start believing in ghost Yeah it's stacks P Tax free Get money casually Feds wonna harass me Pagans wanna slash me That’s why more time I’m chilling on the back street With the hand ting it comes in handy Only real shit when I rap That’s a fact Put a bullet in my head if I cap Know that As long as this money keeps running like a tap Me and killa counting old money that’s a throwback I had to get on my own I didn’t have no help I can’t thank no-one I have to thank myself When I had no runners Had to slang myself When them oppers try come I let it bang myself

Was down bad I had to flip it I weren’t living I’ve been livid

I can’t sit around and kick it had to get my money up I had to run me down a digit and that’s all I know This money comes and this money goes Pops taught me and that’s all he write Was born alone so ima die alone So if it ain’t money Please don’t call the phone

Man like a paypa yano (producer tag) Need me a big stack Tryna make a big mad this year

You know I gotta grip that I don’t need a bitch back

I don’t need you

I just need some big racks