S04E02 (Em Dee)

[Songtext zu „S04E02“]

[Intro: Em Dee]
Yo, look
(It's Calum on the mix)
NJA no gang shit
Listen
Yo

[Part 1: Em Dee]
Ay, yo
Do you know Em Dee? (Who?)
The realest one (What?)
The one with Barbies he don't even seem to want
The one, he wants to rap, but he can't ever see a chance
To put some fame up on his songs and get him signed by label dons
The one who's eating lil' MCs for dinner
The one who caught his (Shh) fuckin' in his opp boy's dinger
He nearly put a hole in my man's head
I heard one time he tried to run but ended up in Em Dee's fingers
These Barbies, they never ever rate him
I made a check, now everybody wants to check on me (Fuck off)
I made the press now all my homies tryna press at me
I can't live life in peace 'cause now the world seems like it's testing me (Grr, bow)
I tried to flick my wrist like bro passed me the recipe
Can't seem to find a way, don't need no time bro, I need therapy
Said I'm done, deep down in my heart I want my ex to see
Are you in love with [?] or are you rating Em Dee

[Part 2: Em Dee]
(Ay, J, ay, J you did a mazza)
(Free J-rim)
Yo, Blacked-out G with a blacked-out foot in my blacked-out action, no horny miss
Doing two-o-o in the M-way tryna find (Shh) cause I know where this pussy lives
One Bad B two brown on me, sayin' free my bro till my broski's free
I got rammy on me and a inch fifteen
'Cause them man there gettin' [?]
I'm a Naija boy but I chill with Chad, France, Greece, and Arabs
In this game for not that long, but I still catch up with them highest rappers
I got waps, I got mashes
And I got bread like I am in Paris
Chop you up like I'm eating garri
[?] I ain't talking [?]
My broski stepped 'round in a opp block, in a opp block
So the opp, he is fucked
And the opp who's fucked gave him slop top in the back street of the office block
Them man [back man breach?] [?] the offer to come 'round here show the team what she got
So I'm [?] cause she told us the name on the job of the [?] opps
I was in the yard like plenty
I was in the field like Promes but still put in work in the street like Quincy
I'm a Naija boy, I'm not Digga, digged out I still gally and ching
My young bro on the wing like Jacky, been scorin' points you can call him Vini
Best believe, make a wish like Timmy
I won't post on a chick, I won't post on a bitch
Keep the M right up, come and post on a spliff
Got bare gyaldem right there on the list
[?]
I want a Persian girl with a nice, soft face and nice, soft tits
This Bad B with prettiest back but I don't really care, I want [?] kids
[?] step wih a limpy
Interrogate I ain't sayin' a thing but I talk on some beats when I'm makin' it ring
Yeah I just put a girl in a brand new wing with a fit that's matching the twelve-inch ching
Want a crib and bag a Caribbean ting with a big bare [?] makin' shoulders fling
I'm a Naija Boy but I chill with Chad, France, Greece and Arabs
Been on the block for way too long, but I still catch up with your favourite rappers
I got waps, I got mashes
And I got bread like I am in Paris
Chop you up like I'm eating garri
[?] I ain't talking [?]
My YGs come fast and furious somethin' like Shaw and Hobbs
I'm on a glide in a Toyota Prius if the gun jams, put shanks through tops
As soon as I step on this feen I put my pack straight back in my jeans
That boy there never been in a scene
He chat on the net like a bitch [?]