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Performed By: Aking
Language: English
Length: 2:55
Written by: Declan Muddle, Ty Lewis




Aking - 013 Lyrics




Lewis, You know that you do this, You ain't stupid
Been moving since both your parents got hit by Cupid
You rule it, crooker than crooked, you better book it,
You went and took the whole game you ain't a rook bitch

Muddle
You don't have hope in hell
You must be smoking well
You gon choke and sell
On that tight rope yeah i coulda slowly fell
But I've always been corrupt with that potent spell
I've got ops that are nothin but jokes i tell
Been through the darkness
Felt f*cking heartless
Bad Bs step to me braless
Heaven where the bar is
Fam at this height you'd be gasping

I be sparring, step to the war like a spartan
From Colorado, call me Will Barton
Got an Aston Martin parked up in the garden
Selling out the garden, like selling out the garden
They call me harden, dropping 50 a week
I don't compete with these weak minded neeks
Don't seek war, prepare for lore
Stuck it out, flipping grain, akin be the name

Well call me the Westbrook
My rhyme flow be textbook
I'm reaching my potential
Financial difficulty be no shit to me
The whip it came from Italy
And histories be history
But now y'all missin me
And it's coz the riches on me
Got the wrong neek
Wid the long ting
And much more daisy
In the boatshed and trust me
This shits never been this wavy, hazy

I've seen crazier shit than the craziest bitch
Up on the craziest crack, like that alien crap
Whip the Mercedes and that
Whip the commy real fast
V6, 3.6, put 83 on the map
80 on the dash, with a 1 before that
Got pace to escape any reality
Ali g in the house if anyone challenge me
Battle me and you see it ain't supposed to be

D and T shits like Dmt
I said quick Wiq come whip the beat
Wiqque the Victor G cheeeh

Money and victory, shit ain't new to me
A lack of both I see, a lack of hope or peace, no lack of purpose

And I'm breaching from the surface
There be the hitters out there lurking
Eventually I know they will unearth it

We're never nervous, I'm perfect and worth it
What'd I say? You knew I'd murk it

When I get the platinum plaque I know I earned it
When Akin be back to back you know you learn shit
But I don't wanna run no seminars
Finish wars finish ops I don't finish last
I see all these rappers pullin up in rented cars

Finish last? Finish first, you know it's menthol burst
It's like this beat is cursed, shotgun aimed like Kurt
Let it rain like Dirk, rap my main perk, it's crazy it's crazy, can you please save me
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Lewis, You know that you do this, You ain't stupid
Been moving since both your parents got hit by Cupid
You rule it, crooker than crooked, you better book it,
You went and took the whole game you ain't a rook bitch

Muddle
You don't have hope in hell
You must be smoking well
You gon choke and sell
On that tight rope yeah i coulda slowly fell
But I've always been corrupt with that potent spell
I've got ops that are nothin but jokes i tell
Been through the darkness
Felt f*cking heartless
Bad Bs step to me braless
Heaven where the bar is
Fam at this height you'd be gasping

I be sparring, step to the war like a spartan
From Colorado, call me Will Barton
Got an Aston Martin parked up in the garden
Selling out the garden, like selling out the garden
They call me harden, dropping 50 a week
I don't compete with these weak minded neeks
Don't seek war, prepare for lore
Stuck it out, flipping grain, akin be the name

Well call me the Westbrook
My rhyme flow be textbook
I'm reaching my potential
Financial difficulty be no shit to me
The whip it came from Italy
And histories be history
But now y'all missin me
And it's coz the riches on me
Got the wrong neek
Wid the long ting
And much more daisy
In the boatshed and trust me
This shits never been this wavy, hazy

I've seen crazier shit than the craziest bitch
Up on the craziest crack, like that alien crap
Whip the Mercedes and that
Whip the commy real fast
V6, 3.6, put 83 on the map
80 on the dash, with a 1 before that
Got pace to escape any reality
Ali g in the house if anyone challenge me
Battle me and you see it ain't supposed to be

D and T shits like Dmt
I said quick Wiq come whip the beat
Wiqque the Victor G cheeeh

Money and victory, shit ain't new to me
A lack of both I see, a lack of hope or peace, no lack of purpose

And I'm breaching from the surface
There be the hitters out there lurking
Eventually I know they will unearth it

We're never nervous, I'm perfect and worth it
What'd I say? You knew I'd murk it

When I get the platinum plaque I know I earned it
When Akin be back to back you know you learn shit
But I don't wanna run no seminars
Finish wars finish ops I don't finish last
I see all these rappers pullin up in rented cars

Finish last? Finish first, you know it's menthol burst
It's like this beat is cursed, shotgun aimed like Kurt
Let it rain like Dirk, rap my main perk, it's crazy it's crazy, can you please save me
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Writer: Declan Muddle, Ty Lewis
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