Music Please

[Intro: Merky ACE]
Merky ACE
Family Tree
FT
Yeah, yeah
Shoutout Royal-T
(Breathe)
Just let me make my music, B
Before it gets nuts
(Music please)

[Verse 1: Merky ACE]
Yo, open your ears
I've got a big statement, listen up clear
Yeah, I spit bars and everyone cheers
But try disrespect and it will get nuts in here
People who's known to be klutz in here
So it's best that you look for the sluts in here
With the big breasts and big butts in here
With the wickedest weave or natural hair cuh
I've been doing this ting from day one
So let me do my music, please
Last year, I did not care
But now I'm getting in music Ps
Blue Battlefield and Catch Up money
All got spent on the finest trees
You could call it music cheese
But it would be a lie cause it was amni

[Chorus: Merky ACE]
Think you can take me for any MC?
I'm telling you that I'm not inna that, G
I'mma be real, I couldn't give an F
If it ain't T
You know who it is, A-C-E
My name's surrounded by greaze
If you don't want problems, I beg
You stick to the music, please

[Verse 2: Merky ACE]
Heard I was wanted dead or alive
But I didn't run just like track five
Still trapping all day just like track nine
I don't need metaphors, this is real life
Spit similes on a constant hype
Man are like "Merky ACE is the guy"
Stating the obvious, I don't try
Ask T or Koz, fam, I don't lie
I know a confused dyke
Telling me how she wants that pipe
Booked a one cab on the Addison Lee app
Then I went there and gave her pipe
My mum would go jail
If the feds knew I used her knife
She told me "make more music, please"
So I did, now I'm alright

[Chorus: Merky ACE]
Think you can take me for any MC?
I'm telling you that I'm not inna that, G
I'mma be real, I couldn't give an F
If it ain't T
You know who it is, A-C-E
My name's surrounded by greaze
If you don't want problems, I beg
You stick to the music, please

[Verse 3: Merky ACE]
Top boy round here, no Kane and [?]
Real life, if you fuck with Kane, get slaughter
I grind all day, ain't got no remorse
Think say you're bad? Get turned to a corpse
A brick on the wall's gonna pass on thoughts
Straight out of Lewisham, not New York
I dig in food with the knife and spinner
I bet you thought I was gonna say fork
Done told 'em already, fam, that I cause damage
I'll leave man slumped in his own ride
There won't be a man in the driver's side
I'll smash man's head off the driver's side
Beep, you know what it's like
FT all day, I ain't tryna do time
Bally on my face and it's late night
You'll be praying to the Lord for the light

[Chorus: Merky ACE]
Think you can take me for any MC?
I'm telling you that I'm not inna that, G
I'mma be real, I couldn't give an F
If it ain't T
You know who it is, A-C-E
My name's surrounded by greaze
If you don't want problems, I beg
You stick to the music, please

[Outro: P Money]
Royal-T