Skepta, KJ, Jammer, Shorty, Frisco, Jme - 2 + 2 x 2 lyrics

Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two

My circle's tight like a virgin
All I ask is keep it G with me
If you've got a problem speak to me
Never link none of my exes secretly


If it's beef with you, then it's beef with me
So if I die by the gun
And you don't wanna ride out - don't
Tweet rest in peace for me
I treat all the mandem equally
Beef, they know that I'm backing
Cause I ain't really into talking, bitch
I love the action
Yeah, he's not about that life
Man catch him in traffic
I'll manually drag him out of his automatic
Two man sitting on a wall
Two man playing two touch with a ball
One man with a lighter trying
To light a spliff
While the other man's taking a pull
That's my mandem
Think you're a badboy? Try jack them
I don't give a shit blud, I'll slap them
Thought you was a big man? Fight back then
Them man are pussy'oles, got no balls
You can see that I get money even
When I don't rob no jewels
Man chatting shit on my timeline
That I don't like
So I report spam and I block those fools
I don't care about badman, fuck them killers
You've got a name on the road
But you ain't got nice figures?
Us man are some catwalk niggas
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don't care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It's so easy like two plus two

Yo, I was born in this cold cold world
Now I’m walking down this long long road
Yeah it’s hard in the hood
Chest and bone, real life fam, not no TV show
It’s a London ting, fighter glow
Nine to five if you get no dough
When I spit it’s always deep bars and flows
Like Skeppy said
You can’t be the average Joe
Let me tell you how we roll
North London through any bit's, fam
We’ll stroll
Got a team behind us that keep it cold
Real from head to toe, not from West
Through South through Leytonstone
Catch with Shorty or Frisco
North London, we keep it grown
Small but road, real, that’s how we roll
A Boy Better Know

Light up the cheese, inhale, exhale
Then I’m screaming fuck these niggas
Might see me say "wagwan" when I see them but
The truth is I don’t trust these niggas
Vroom, vroom when I swing by
Damn right I'm a big fry add an "s" to that
Well in fact they can’t spin high
Stay true to my mandem and
Have never been a sideman
I will never snake my mandem
Try violate my mandem
The last thing you will see is IC
I don’t care about none of your mandem
And when you’re looking at my mandem try know
You’re looking at more than a crew
And if you get out of line, pumps and kicks
You will hold more than a few

Even when you're broke
You've got more money than sense
Don't roll with no funny man friends
Us man tryin'a get rich, since 05
I gave up tryin'a get hench
Man's got nothing to hide
Don't keep shit bottled up inside
Instead of fighting each other
We fight the pride
If there's a problem nobody has to
Ask if a next man's down
The same guys on the mic will cause
Mayhem in a next man's town
If one of us gets caught and ends up
In court and they try send man down
This ain't X-Factor but man's definitely
Going to the judges house

So many Snakes, so many fakes
You better mind out who you roll with
I love my people, yeah they know this
You can't trust nobody in Showbiz
Girls do anything to get noticed
Man talking shit to my closest
Now the circles tight cos we closed it
I don't wanna see a new face when I roll in
We're the best, the man have been cloning
Who's doing it like this unsigned?
See your real friends there
When it's crunch time
I bet I'm punching yours if you punch mine
I bet I'm making more than you dumb guys
Some man are not sure with the punchlines
If you're talking war then it's gun crime
Light up your face like sunshine

If they ain’t a part of the circle, X ‘em out
Member back when they wouldn’t let me in
Even the club owners bread me now
They come out of the club just to get me in
Please I beg man don’t upset me now
Diss Jme? Then it’s a on sight ting
Got so many real niggas on my wing
25 buff girls on my skin
Diss Boy Better Know? Then I’m on my ting
Diss Skepta, Wiley, Frisco
Shorty, Solo, Maxi, sam?
Man will get blazed like a Philly in ‘Dam
Told them man don’t fuck up the bass
Fuck up the bass, don’t fuck up the plan
All them girls wanna jam with Jam
Boy Better Know and the rest of the fam

Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two
Me and my mandem are making paper
We don’t care about you
Wanna kill him better kill me too
It’s so easy like two plus two