FR4NKIE - Simon Says

Man said grime is dead but it’s not me on the mic it's them
Frank got bars like life in pen still might bell out my line is peng
Can't talk tough to my violent friend itv that's your guys at ten
None of them man there don’t want smoke
Only thing man set alight is blem
Cold nitrogen
I was in west like hyper fen
Whole heap of smoke for my rivals dem
Fling on the gloves like nigel benn
Been on the block since 9’ or 10’ and it's not worth all the time you’ll spend
Big frankie i put work in bags
When will the cycle end
Jesus christ got food for a decent price
Anyhow zack’s on the beat i’m nice
Put man in the dirt like edelweiss
I don't need advice ting in the pot ain’t peas and rice
This sample never seen no splice
I was sat in the t with fleas and mice
Serious ting jme
600z’s thats 18 key
And i got bars like hmp
Drag an mc out his amg
I had tunes in hmv might drop one more wait and see
Who bruck down work pushed weight on the scales it’s me
Burst
Hook (illy from da nw side)

Yardman buss up the line it's them
Clip too long so the file extend
Felt like trapping in the black trench coat
When i tell me team to apply that presh
Can’t talk tough to my violent friend
Shut up your mouth ‘bout simon says
Can't show my block on the lab that’s dead
And the glock have a chip like the line off ends

2 point 100 litres bruck down work put that on tanitas
It’s gang if the tune got features whole heap of jackboys and drug dealers
Know rudeboys i know geezers got ‘bout 20 box of amnesias
Chop that down with a ram not tweezers
It’s big frank i’m a fucking genius
Bags and boxes
How could a man trap so wotless
Back out the fold out ting on a man like i’m trying to catch some foxes
Lambs and watches but we all know that's cams and optics
Stepped out with the full thing yeah man will pull strings like bands in mosh pits
I can’t believe these pricks twelve years in not an easy fix
Been on the road since cd mix in and out with a bag like pg tips
Tt bits feds still want to give me t whips
Rolex sweep pre these kicks ain't dj paul when i mean three six
Violent type come to your door like silent night
And i got fans in the isle of wight
That's not loud that’s a pile of sh*te
Yeah bags from bills i was 15 with my hands on pills
Don't know ‘bout them us man got skills
Know who it is big frank and ills

Hook (illy from da nw side)

Yardman buss up the line it's them
Clip too long so the file extend
Felt like trapping in the black trench coat
When i tell me team to apply that presh
Can’t talk tough to my violent friend
Shut up your mouth ‘bout simon says
Can’t show my block on the lab thats dead
And the glock have a chip like the line off ends
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