J U N I O R - Welcome 2 Wazza

Welcome to Wazza
If you want the job done we'll do the job proper
Only God can judge me
Say no words to your honour
Fight like Conor
Destiny was dawning so I had to pull upon her
Showstopper, yeah that's what they call me now
She was walking round with the bunda and the boobies out
But it went to VAR and got disallowed (Haha)
And I ain't got gangdem ties
And I ain't trying to force beef don't put pressure on none of my guys
And if you say you ain't trying to force beef with trying to look neat
Then I swear to god you're speaking lies
Fuck making cash legit (Why?)
Cause I'd rather make my own mates rich
Fuck covid only wealth we transmit
Chased a yute out of town tough way to find out your unfit
Recommit to a bitch I'll admit it ain't it
Won't admit I got lit and messaged girls that want dick
Won't quick writing bars I'm too cheeky with it
Take her back and get freaky with it
I know you don't know much 'bout the North West
But you can probably guess
We live in distress
And it's known for shooting like George Best
I was refuting they want me assessed
What you trying to suggest?
Got problems under the carpet that never got addressed
Unwelcome guest
Lives get ruined by the choices you choose ahh
And you man get ruined to all of my tunes
I'm the packs man like Jeremy
Rap game your in nursery
Addicted to words
Addicted to dictionary
Oxford University
It's a challenge trying to blow if your circle ain't tight
I'll only ever sign when the price is right
Deal or no deal I'll get respect for what I've done
He was acting an idiot abroad so had to sky one (Fuckin' hell)
Welcome to Wazza
If you want the job done we'll do the job proper
Only God can judge me
Say no words to your honour
Fight like Conor
Destiny was dawning so I had to pull upon her
Showstopper, yeah that's what they call me now
She was walking round with the bunda and the boobies out
But it went to VAR and got disallowed (Haha)
And I ain't got gangdem ties
And I ain't trying to force beef don't put pressure on none of my guys
And if you say you ain't trying to force beef with trying to look neat
Then I swear to god you're speaking lies
Living in the shadow of Creamfields the dream's real
J U N I O R cold like J Cole but this ain't Dreamville
Reubsky, Jimmy and Pez that's the team still (The team still)
Money stack full of colour like the houses in Bermuda
Tryna be covered in gold like a Tudor
J U N I O R, I want all the money Mansa Musa
I'm a poet, just gimme five minutes I can show it
When I make money I just blow it
If you know then you know it (If you know then you know)
So many man choosing drugs over their family
I move my feet rapidly
I'm trying to die a goat like Muhammad Ali or number twenty three
Or even Slim Shady after dropping the Marshall Mathers LP
Need recovery, winning ain't an option it's compulsory
Til the curtain call
So I want a million
Fuck that now I want more
Gonna go out a legend like number twenty four
Double that the amount of hours since I got sleep
Been trying to kill a beat just so I can eat
Then live in a house that's discreet, put up my feet
Then put that house on up for sale
And buy a bigger one before I hit the Arndale full scale
Welcome to Wazza
If you want the job done we'll do the job proper
Only God can judge me
Say no words to your honour
Fight like Conor
Destiny was dawning so I had to pull upon her
Showstopper, yeah that's what they call me now
She was walking round with the bunda and the boobies out
But it went to VAR and got disallowed (Haha)
And I ain't got gangdem ties
And I ain't trying to force beef don't put pressure on none of my guys
And if you say you ain't trying to force beef with trying to look neat
Then I swear to god you're speaking lies (You're speaking lies)

Written by:
Jack Roberts

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