P Money - Morgue Freestyle lyrics

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P Money - Morgue Freestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Stormzy] Let's play cops and robbers Break it down, full stops and commas Got a clean heart but the cops stay on us Random attack, I'm the Boston bomber What? Snakes and fakes can't con us Bleed em away so they can't take from us Dice told me that it's my time Now I text back like "cool cuz, thanks for that" So now you wanna clash man and cuss man's mum like "what?" Clash man and get man spun like "what?" Lord of the mic, I'm the youngest boss Go New York with the London bop like Man can't chat to me though Man are just cool, look, I'm actually cold Grime or rap? Look, it has to be both Gotta flash for my phone then it has to be dough I don't wanna hear man talk 'bout pain Don't wanna hear 'bout whips and chains Told the public about that day I told man turn up and man never came [Verse 2: Deadly] I be like, anyone testing my level, it's a wrap Spit a bar and take away your momentum Nuff man are saying that they're heavy when they're crap Names I don't even have to mention More time they think they're ready with the twats Lucky I got given a seven year sentence Straps? You ain't got any, you're a twat Stop spitting fiction bars and pay attention Cause I'mma come through, wham like Hogan Spin a man quick, no DJ Logan Strangle a man, batter and fold em When I send for the slogan R-R-R-R If you didn't know back in the day, now you know them All of the wicked man bars, I own them 20 over the- yo I go on sick on a motty Man are calling me V Rossi 169mph, can't see properly Cameras don't even clock me I ain't been riding from day, man don't knock me Age 17 on a 125 down Hockley Man are like "this can't be the first time you've ridden" Sicker than a grandstand junkie Second gear, 5000 revs Seen the clutch and then pop it 10 o'clock wheelie, bring the revs up As the bike comes down, end it with a stoppie I'll end-o quicker than your Ferrari Enzo Not even feds can stop me You send the eleven hundred CCs I ain't getting caught by the bobbies [Verse 3: P Money] Fam, grime is dead? I said "blud, are you mad?" Shut up, I just came back from Japan I was headlining, the stage was rammed You've seen my pictures, the rave was wham They were going sushi, I was going H•A•M I said sushi, I was going H•A•M That's why every time I'm hearing this grime, I'm like "Are you f**ing dumb, fam?" Don't believe me? Check my Instagram Now I've got these haters jealous like "damn" "P Money's gone international, damn" Did I mention we stopped off in 'Dam? Who said I ain't big? You got scammed Come out of here with all that talk, scram Anybody talking sh**, I'll kung fu Kick like Karate Kid like fam Man, look what you started! Charlie, look what you started! I ain't had a top 10 But the plane I'm sitting on's Chartered I draw girls easy I'm an artist My weights are my business Like my f**ing figures on the market I don't think about holidays, at the click of a bu*ton I ring my girl and my cousin and say "I'm going, are you coming?" It's not four in a room, it's four rooms, are you buzzing? Now they keep hating but they ain't telling me nothing It's all at once in the game cause they don't press any bu*tons I give my cousin a magazine, help me do time [?] didn't pretend to do something Cause that's money Yeah that's money, that's money You can't tell me sh** unless you make more money I don't care about whips That don't make you money You can't tell me sh** [Verse 4: Ghetts] Tell my man I'm a general, he ain't never second in command Tell a man, tell another man, tell the next man, tell em wah gwan I'm going on like I ain't ever read a Psalm Ready or not, within my palm, setting off alarms, so road that I'm never in my yard I've got a new team, we're writing on the apart And setting off hard, never's on my mast, stepping in my path Telling me to go and give the metal a ma**age Make the lead fly, and erase all my enemies They're tryna write me off, yes don, vest on, you told Ja Rule like get head signed D-D-D-D-DEAD GUY God forbid you make it to the hospital, cause I'll be the one by your bedside Them n***as ain't done no drive-by shootings Watch when they buy my new ting Nothing but nightlife cruising If I see you on the sideline snoozing You'll have your ends in the air like a hi-fi Looking back in- This what I should've been doing from earlier f**'s sake! [Verse 5: Akala] Who the best? Come on, grow up I'm so sick I don't spit, I throw up Don't understand where you all when you grow up Your boy's too wet so he can't blow up I'm gasolineish, the flow is machineish Ahead of the whole damn globe like Venus Notts arenas, I score screamers 30 yards out, they hit goalkeepers Like sleepers, jeepers creepers I ain't convinced that you're real like Feel like a mobile compared to beepers When you compare me to these little idiots I'm a genius and I really mean it We're not the same like breasts and the penis The rest of your team is stressed as the weakest Can't hold it down like bullemics Talk so much sh**, you don't even believe it Stop asking for things before you receive it What are you doing? You ain't got another life Proof's in the pudding bruv, come and have a slice It's food for thought, you can have a bite But it's still my turn like a double on the dice and I take time like I stuck up with Julius Spitting rhymes that'll show up the rumours So hard- cut the tumours Chemo flow, they're feeling like [?] You make claims, just unfounded Stop telling fibs, you'll get grounded Nobody cares about who you go around with The weakest one in the room is the loudest [Verse 6: Bella Gotti] I came in this game with an aim, so these guys better pray When I spray that they ain't the target They're calling my name but I'm out with these ba*tards On their high horse like some of them charted I don't give a damn about these fellas, I'm marvellous Everybody know it but instead they harbour it So I'mma fade n***as like the f**ing barber did Listen, I'm a ba*tard (banana), fatherless Tell em abandon ship, cuh they about to skip Look how the flow just skipped, I'mma just make em sick They're wishing me dead and sh**, all on a jealous tip Spit for the hell of it cause they irrelevant Make no money cause they're far from intelligent I spit [?] then I make it elegant Small time n***as wanna [?] on the elephants Wanna catch a body and then look at the evidence [Verse 7: Mic Righteous] Since when the f** did turn up ever sound like tun up? When we roll up in the club, you smell the gutter If they don't let us in, that [?] getting stuck up And if they tell us something, I'll say shut the f** up I'm Osama, hello Obama I'm Bin Laden, yeah, yeah, I'm Bin Laden Up in London, I've been starting f**ing drama Tell my baby mama's mama I've been laughing Hahahaha, I'm a ba*tard Turn up to your club with fifty white chicks And they're in pyjamas Oh, that's so f**ing turn up Looking at us country leave their nose all bruk up All the way from country, I'm your local f** up Never miss, I'm a specialist You could tell I'm sick, I need sectioning No broadcast setting could censor this I'm an AK47 with an extra clip I'm on that war sh**, f** that, I'm on a warship With you [?] held at gunpoint No bullsh**, better yet, no horse sh** And my mother should've had an abortion I'm a force, I'm a forklift I'm appalling, ahh I'm a pitbull in a ball pit Everything goes horribly wrong On the beat, ain't gotta be on a deep one Every now and then, I've gotta become a monster, please So don't bother me son, leave the place Looking like a horror scene, cuz, you wanna see blood? [Verse 8: Ghetts] Badder boy spitting from the east side Loved in countries you ain't ever heard of 12 years ago, I was in Feltham Looking at time on the worst watch Peaco*ks so close to the window You don't even look unless the bird watch Now I'm looking at my cla**mates Comparing our grades to when I should be worst off Some of the best lyricists in the whole country Had the same English teacher Mr Henry in my memory Not everyone can learn a system-beater You wanna find substance in a bar? This one's an instant creeper You won't need convincing when it sinks in I've got the fans all thinking deeper Seven years I was in a relationship Then I met a girl I actually love I haven't seen my ex girl years So the other day, she's still angry, you know? I don't give a f** who she f**s She can f** one of the man dem if she wants I'd f** every one of her bredrins And remind her I'm a don