Naike - Friday the 13th

Let me tell you how I’m feeling
It’s Friday the 13th, and I feel like Jason
Slew a sound boy for the stripes that’s blatant
Feel like Jam, I made grime in the basement
Mash work and I drill stuff for the fam
War my g that’s a war with the gang
YGG got the lyrical strally
So now I come thru with the lyrically wap
34 shots when I aim for the hats
Got a chip on my shoulder, draw for the mac
Them boy there wan move like they’re sick with the bars
More time man I feel sick when they rap
All these new era dons just cap
If you copy my ting you’re a cat
I pay attention to the details rudeboy
So don’t think I’m blind to the fact, yea
NAIKE on the tune truss that’s dutty
Switched it up for drill and went cruddy
Practice hours man I got bare
Flows so cold you’re gonna need Monclear
Your tings warm me I bring that heat too hot like 100 degrees
I do what I want when I jump on a beat
Any genre get twist up like a Twizzlers sweet
Said you would ride when it’s time but you’re not down
And my new ting lies all the time she thinks I don't know but I’m no clown
This ting is a game, trust me I’ve played it
Fam I can’t rate it, face it, too many man just faking
Bare man wanna be hating, but if it was you verse me
Trust man, you’ll be skating, yea
I mean that and I show no face still
I want bread, I'm a king
So that must mean that I want a kings meal
2 for 2 had to show wagwarn
Pen in my palm come like firearm
Ducking your Missus word to Jay1
Mocking the ting nah bruddah I ain’t joking
Rhymes come potent, flows on flows I’m focused
Thinking of lines to make them start quoting
I’m at your neck until you start choking
Look at the strength they know they can’t hold him
Hulk Hogan, loading
Manna come tru soon on a swole ting
Manna come tru on some bad boy antics
Any riddim that man touch, Issa mad ting

Cold

Written by:
EMMANUEL AWONAIKE

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