Lojal x Tintin x K!LLSWITCH - HALF

All my fucking life they called me little shit
Got so fucking sick of it
The trauma made some sicker shit (woo)
Sicker than your litter onto bigger shit
You don't want no piece of it
But you can see I reek of it (too)
Stank face come to speak of it
I been getting lit
With the Martian
Plopping hotter shit (pooh)
Partner in the crime
Check my fingerprint
I'm not innocent
For the record
Bitch I'm really him (truth)
Swivel like a screw up in the groove
I mean I'm tighter than your crew
The only time I let it loose is
With the booze inside the booth
So say my name and don't allude
We came to raid your fucking tomb
Your ass is ancient doctor who?

Thinking of ways to rack up all this Gandhi
While I belt this Biriyani
Anna one plate chicken 65 (please)
Fuck the beef I'm the goat
You a bakra.
Tell these dumb motherfuckers
I got bigger fish to fry (that's mean)
Sooth adi
If you want the smoke from me
I'm in Kodi with my brodies
And we eating blue honey
New money
And I only got a sweet tooth for pound cakes
You thambis move funny
Let me paint your clown face

Mmh tight tight tight!
I'm not gonna lie.
Love the energy love the style- we should work on a whole project with my label.
The cash flow stable
We can go the extra mile.
Here's a contract you can sign

Now how would that work?
Like what's up ?
I'd rather know off the jump from the start

Well your masters' in your craft
I pay for your mix and master and from your masters
I take half the usual standard

Well we're pretty flattered
Unlike this figure right here
Doesn't seem really handsome
I mean if you ask me
It really feels like shitty ransom
Like do we get city banners and our face on the top Playlists?

What about music videos and placements?

We'll put you on the biggest shows and festival stages

So we gettin more than our regular wages?
Cuz I need the cash man

Same bruh I got no savings in the bank and
I don't know how long I'll sell this dank man

We'll we got funds!
You'll make it to the A-list with us if you wanna get the job done

And if we don't make it?

Then you just gotta fake it

Nah fuck that!
You robbing us naked
Take half the pie plus twenty percent on every show I'm playing
And we don't even know if you'll come correct

Fuck respect I've seen enough of y'all fade before your release date
So do you want this cheque?

Nah we ain't here to bargain

I think we'll pass then

They wanna be stealing wallets
They call it splittin profits
So while you picking the pockets
They wanna be picking your pockets
They wanna claim family ties
But this shit really knotted
They wanna wanna piece of the pie but
We really gotta build it our way

Yeah we gon' do it our way
This money gon' clear the pathway
In the booth we drop hot shit
While we hotbox it I'm with the Martian
So give your glass a raise
To all you labels this I dedicate
Beef is Live you can get a plate
I smoke your rosters like a Raasta
You can pray for better days
Cause it's my reign
Despite the weather change
Hot Summer cold winter with my Bantais
No Emiway I'm just here to entertain
But where's my pay?
And at the end of the day
I know they'd rather see me gone
But that bitch better have my money
Like that RiRi song
Incentivise and enterprise
Some shit that we be on
This case won't keep me long

They all wanna make it
They putting on the plastic
They do the dirty work and the money make their ass sit.
It's funny how they passing
The one I want'll be lastin
The massive is woke but won't march in
The cashing is coke see them gassing
Just wait till they're broke
And they're the last them
Fools! That's when we get em

Written by:
Armaan Yadav, Janglensang Haokip, Mahiniyaa Bose

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