Spooky Bizzle - Exhibit T lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Let's get it Hail up Soloman Exhibit T Let's go [Verse] When I heard this, I was like "it's mental" Two minutes later, look in my DM What do I see? Instrumental Man ah spit wisdom, no dental These man are five man deep in a rental I'm at home with the wifey Stuffing my face with a three-course meal, oriental Air Force Ones on my feet, they're menthol Wifey's got a long neck for a reason Willy in throat, man, I call that neckle Man ah spin MCs round like a pedal You man are eating crust for the medal Ain't got a penny to your name, not a shekel I don't wanna hear no talk about boss Been doing this ting for about ten years But still these likkle man ain't on my level I'm around so much heat like devil Heavy like rock on the mountain These man are washed up on the seaside like pebbles So much ba** in my voice, no treble Come too close, get sting like nettle Left in the east end, dead, Ethel Split from your brother, Gary Neville Likkle boy, better take time and sekkle Listen, I'm speaking I don't wanna see no sleeping Hear that ba**, kick, snare Now my vocals creep in Tell that MC get out the room All my bars, he's teefing Losers lose, keepers keep So all this money, I'm keeping