Vessel Porterman - Loose Ends (feat. Newcents88)

(Porterman Porterman)
(This beat's mad...)
I was hellbent trying to be heavensent
Whippin' in the toon, car-toon, looking Ben Ten
Big Ben chimes for the crimes rollin' at ten past ten
Tell Ben to sell ten and tell a friend
I used to sell at parties and barbies no Ken
Unleash the dog from the kennel when the rebel
Puts the pedal to the metal in the benz
I bob and weave and pray your neck get bent
I don't have old money, I roll with newcents
Give a fuck about
What you know about me when I run around
What you know about the team when I bun 'em down
Shut your bloody mouths your talking to some bloody hounds
Back up back up or we leave you gutter bound
And bring the heat, brap brap, that's the summer sound
You underestimate cos we from the underground
I delegate my guy to spray when Vessel step on the street
Vessel reppin' the chiefs
Hot steppa, gwop getter, then I pepper the beat
Better hide your cheddar underneath your sweater for keeps
Or we'll rain like heavy whether you know that it's me
Whether you know that it's us
See us parking the bus (uh)
Silly motherfuckers kick up a fuss
Kick up the six
Pick up your diss
Big up cos this... (Porterman Porterman)
I was hellbent trying to be heavensent
Whippin' in the toon, car-toon, looking Ben Ten
Big Ben chimes for the crimes rollin' at ten past ten
Tell Ben to sell ten and tell a friend
I used to sell at parties and barbies no Ken
Unleash the dog from the kennel when the rebel
Puts the pedal to the metal in the benz
I bob and weave and pray your neck get bent
I don't have old money, I roll with newcents
Newcents88
Gettin' love all day
With the same amount of hate
Watch a nigga levitate
To a new plain like I'm changing flights
Came with new ideas like I'm out here changing lights well alright
You can catch me on the web like I'm Miles or Parker
Just a little bit darker
That's just how I swing
When I'm talking jazz or these comic book things
Let it motherfuckin' ring
Yo in hindsight
See I could have ruined my life
Yo it's all good now but if the game run out
I ain't got a resume of much to say in a corporate interview
In a few I could be back to working in a service
Feeling like I got no purpose
But on the exact same shit
I could be bigger than a bitch in a five-star venue
Eating pussy with a bib on cribs
I was hellbent trying to be heavensent
Whippin' in the toon, car-toon, looking Ben Ten
Big Ben chimes for the crimes rollin' at ten past ten
Tell Ben to sell ten and tell a friend
I used to sell at parties and barbies no Ken
Unleash the dog from the kennel when the rebel
Puts the pedal to the metal in the benz
I bob and weave and pray your neck get bent
I don't have old money, I roll with newcents

Written by:
Aniekan Esen, Christopher Esen

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