Tour Money ft. Precinct Phantom & Chills Myth Lyrics

And I'm here in the 6 that's LS6

You can smell them bits when I walk round

You can tell that's Myth don't sell packs quick

But I'm still match fit for the call out

Don't trip like fall down, all out

Thinking big when I hit that tour now

Lit when I pour out drinks

Still on my shit when I get that draw out

Still moving, still strapping zoots and improving

You ain't rapping man, you're just crooning

Losing time, you're just an illusion

Getting confusing

I'm getting the tunes in

Few drinks, few sniffs, I'm cruising

You're fuming

Spent time on the wrong side losing

Slept on the Myth been snoozing

And I'm back on the 140 like what have you got for me

Hungry like what have I got for tea

Set man got a lot for free, that's not for me

But I dont stress bout other man

Call them bars? That's a stretch like rubber band

I'm on sets like summer jam

Still got the upper hand, cause I don't stress bout other man

Na

The bars go dumb hard, she got me high like mmm rah

I'm straight on the task

Man claim that they come far, but still live at their mums yard

Stating the facts

Making the pass

Playing the match, been great on attack

Your crew got snakes in the pack

Been played for a twat, got a stake in the back

And I'm on the thing

That's the deal no sponsoring

You're acting get those Oscar's in

You're on the stage and you're posturing

All the chances that you're squandering

Try fix it up with your doctoring

Bring more than a shock to em

I'm in the fight and I've got the win

I'm Lennox Lewis on the mic

Send in the shots and those upper cuts

I'm fucking up when I've run amuck

And I've drunk enough for a stomach pump

Done a couple drugs and it's just enough

I'm bout beef don't mean no Sunday lunch

I read the news and it's just corrupt

We would move forwards but it's stuck

The gloves are off and I'm in the mode

Red card regular Vinnie Jones

To your wack raps I've been opposed

And that's true don't think that it's a joke

I'm not Peter Kay

I'm not Jimmy Carr

You know who I am and I'm spitting bars

You heard my send and it's a par

I roll my blunt in a cylinder

Size of a baseball bat

I heard your mixtape I hate all that

I heard your music it ain't all that

I'm here for the win and I'll take all that

I heard your disc you made more tracks

And I took the time but don't rate all that

I don't believe what you say when

You're telling me that man paid for that

Tryna have wings like an angel does

So I might take angel dust

Heard so many times that's it's dangerous

From people that gave a fuck

But

That could never be me

Sell my soul for like 70p

Spend that shit on a CD

That I don't need coz we got mp3s now

This is not friendly freestyle

Tryna get the state to lend me p's now

Invest in an empty 3 bed house

And fill up the rooms with weed plants

Hit that ammi gonna send me senile

It's a trainwreck

Feel like I missed a paycheck

Don't know how ill ever whip a maybach

Don't even have my license

Still picture myself driving it

With a bottle of appletiser

Got my girl like Monty Python

Coz I make her walk funny

She's holding on for that tour money

Well I don't know how to break this to you love

It's like aw honey

Just keep that jaw running

Honestly must be born for it

Tell gals call me Goldilocks

I'll come round your house and eat your porridge

Yeah

And I'll sleep in your bed too

If you wanna find me there's a series of dead zoots

If you follow them right to the end I'll be where they led to