VaLtini - Grime Contraband lyrics

Thinkin' about how dope I is
Don't you interrupt my reasoning
So known for my bars
If I go missing they'll ask
Where the prison been
I don't like coppers cause they love
To cuff a nigga like me
I mean right now you should lock us
And you wonder "who's us?"

Not snitichin' at all but
The supplier is Molotov
Meanwhile I contraband the product
If you try to test me nigga
Do the Math that's your own problem
Money talks but that don't mean you should
Tell people what you workin' on

Their red light only switches on to
Stop you when you're moving on
And now this phony friends sayin' that I'm
Different just cause I avoid the chambers
But listen g
If you wanna make money you gotta
Start off with some changes
No more selling soda in school

Tho the outcome was cool, surpassed
The knowledge I think, fool
Makin' ball was starting to sound like bull
Saving lunch money to purchase a tool
But then I gave up cause I'm not like you

Wannabes, real G's there's only a few
Shit's on fire, I'm just addin' fuel
Aight, South East London introduced
Me to Grime thank God on time cause I
Was about to meet crime

How blessed it was that I could
Cancel it all with rhymes you know what?!
I'm a trill ass nigga who
Ain't scared to bust
A million syllables in a rhyme and plus

Fuck around it's a bad move
I'm a clever MC in here to fuss

I don't rap about hoes, I fuck 'em
I don't rap about cash, I hustle
I don't rap about clothes, I wear them
I don't' rap about haters, I love 'em

I'm a visionary
Gotta go get it when my eyes love it
I challenge y'all to do it cause
I'm cold like Ice Bucket
So I should donate what I write
Because it's way too worth it
Them rappers weak and if you realize
You'll think that I'm perfect

Only rapper left that's spittin'
What ain't lies
If I hold my breath the whole Rap game dies
Signin' your death with all them lame lies
And I'm 'bout to manifest until my name flies

It's like every minute I fuckin' refresh
Cause, I never get tired of chasing this cash
Me and my g's about to
Get everything that we ask
My attitude'll make you wanna wear a ski mask

Jheezz! Man's up in here real gassed
Ya grands up to release the stress
Fuck a newspaper, I already impress
So much I even impress a hater

Married to Lizzie, that's an impersonator
Don't no need bitch or an investigator
Wanted to trip but then I anticipated
Instead of love
I only fell to push up some weight up