H1 - On Job lyrics

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H1 - On Job lyrics

[Verse 1: Kojay] I'm in a map blow, fam it's sticky So my G don't get lippy I got bars for days like I'm Drizzy The nitties go loopy for that lizzy Stepped in the wraith man 6 man deep And the shots got all us moving twissy A quick whine off my big back piffy If you want gang to come sell out the show Then give man a price, I'll be there in a jiffy Making it spray at the show like I'm fizzy Haters be making us blow on Twitter Dunno why they hating for, they're just bitter Don't get it twisted alright, I'm a hitter You manna chat sh**, you come like litter You're not getting better, your bars sound sh**ter My bars are hot, like a saltfish fritter [Verse 2: Basta] Smiling, thinking what's got into people Finna rock up the nation like Benny Siegel See no colours, cause you took that sh** away from me You called me wreckless, and I didn't give a f** That was just riding a wave to me Focus on positive energy, like what the f** are you telling me You wanna question the memory I was just steady, up on a reverie, oh You only love me for melo-dough I want my records to fly through the stove Don't be suprised my ambition is cold Want you to call me the [?] Happiness is just a mindstate The [?] got me feeling [?] I'm on my [?], I don't see no differences I don't see no differences, I'm on my [?] [?], I don't see no differences [Verse 3: H1] If you know me, I'm a slave to the wave Manna sit back and piff that grade Manna make 1 phone call for the A Sometimes don't wanna be in this game Some man locked up, some man grave Manna take a bullet, that's for Kojay I don't wanna be lying 6 foot deep H1 shut down that's with [?] BRM that's 6 man deep Manna be swiping, that's what the deets Manna be swiping, that's with the sh**ty [?] make it clapped like Ugly Betty I grind hard, they slouch on settee Manna beat the case, sh** that's petty Manna have a gram? Straight price, that's 20 Lord, cuz that's dumb, that's 2 for 1 Three four five, three six five Two four seven, three five seven Send him heaven, you're not guessing I'm not stressing, b**h [Outro x2] I'm not stressing, I'm not stressing I'm not stressing, b**h