TK Maxx - Lunar C, P SOLJA

Yeah

P-Solja, Lunar C

Yo

Can’t take me for some any old John (Na)

Tipper gang, Tipper gang

Can’t take me for some any old John

Tipper gang, Tipper gang (Yeah)

Can’t take me for some any old John (Yo)

Tipper gang, Tipper gang

Can’t take me for some any old John

I’m not some any old John (Tipper gang)

I’m on job, can’t take me for some kind of John

Life’s not long but I’ve got songs

To remember me by when I’m long gone

MC’s do my head right in

Swag don’t make up for dead rhyming

I don’t find that exciting

I ignore them like an ex-sideting

You’re not like me, I’m a one-off

You don’t have to agree

Feel free to be wrong and fuck off

Get to work, you’re

Could’ve been out with the fiends and druggies

But we get money off tees and hoodies

Still bun chronic, 2001, tell a clown that his mum was weekend pussy

I used to think this was about bars but then I realised that no one gives a shit

In this business I’ve had more doors slammed in my face than Jehovah’s Witnesses

But I’m never coming in last 'cause I’ve been here putting in graft

Some wanna call it Bradistan and say we’re only know for curry and smack

'Til they come from wherever they come from, the shook ones end up hurrying back

Hope you get home to your mummy and dad

And you’re in one piece with your pussy intact

Where I’m from it’s grimey, can’t move backwards and trip over what’s behind me

Spin a man and take his pride from him like Scar in The Lion King (Lunar)

I buy cheap Polo from TK Maxx (From TK Maxx)

Sell it on Depop for what it retails at (What it retails at)

You talk bare but you MC’s ain’t bad (You ain’t bad)

They chat shit and we state facts

Get your mic snatched and your DJ slapped

Shut up div, don’t care what you’ve been through or put up with

Pull up with back smashed windows and fuck up whips, you’ll get done up quick

Shut up div, don’t care what you’ve been through or put up with

Pull up with back smashed windows and fuck up whips, you’ll get done up quick

I used to sell B in Cell B

The feds call me a IC3 (Fuck 'em)

I’ve got a main bitch and a whitie

I’ve got a cross looking icy

My Saint Chris' looking icy

I’ve got some gas and I’m rolling (Rolling, rolling)

Hollered at Lunar, he’s rolling (Rolling)

I do not flop, I’m not Rowan (Rowan)

I’ve got the meds, I ain’t open (Open)

Cali buds tasting like Fanta (Fanta)

You man are smoking on mamba (Mamba)

I’ve got the hook, I go ham-za (Ham-za)

Your chick is loving my Gram-ah

She loves the way I say blud (Blud)

Pipe her down and give her wood (Wood)

She’s gassed, I took her to hood (To hood)

Don’t worry 'bout me, I am good (I'm good)

Man are shook got me feeling like Suge

These man are shook got me feeling like Suge

My skin tone is like

She fucked up my clothes with her

I buy cheap Polo from TK Maxx (From TK Maxx)

Sell it on Depop for what it retails at (What it retails at)

You talk bare but you MC’s ain’t bad (You ain’t bad)

They chat shit and we state facts

Get your mic snatched and your DJ slapped

Shut up div, don’t care what you’ve been through or put up with

Pull up with back smashed windows and fuck up whips, you’ll get done up quick

Shut up div, don’t care what you’ve been through or put up with

Pull up with back smashed windows and fuck up whips, you’ll get done up quick

Big up all the Johns

No offence to the Johns

Shouts to John

Man like John

Safe, Boisht

Right listen mate, this is the last fucking call I’m giving you

I’ve had a pint me, but you’re being a prick mate

Answer your fucking phone