| I’ll skip round twenty MCs, fam, I don’t care
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| I’m in the scene, I own it now
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| Five year graft, I’m on my arse
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| Hopped in the dungeon, went bar-for-bar
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| Five singles later, I’m catting it hard
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| My EP charted, I’ve come far
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| Twenty bag followers with a blue tick
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| Kiss my arse
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| Shoutout Faze, shoutout MI
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| My Gs, on my wave
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| I quit smoking, shoutout Dave
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| Look at us now, totally made
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| Fuck you if you don’t like me
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| I’m entertainment, show me your P
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| Get a booking in, or go buy a tee
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| Or go buy a hat, that’s the merchandise by me
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| I’ve got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I risk my neck daily
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| I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now
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| It’s eff you, pay me
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| I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now
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| Are you crazy?
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| I don’t care if you like or hate me
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| Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me
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| I’ve got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I risk my neck daily
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| I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now
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| It’s eff you, pay me
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| I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now
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| Are you crazy?
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| I don’t care if you like or hate me
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| Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me
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| I still live life to the edge
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| Nine years back, I could’ve been dead
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| Now I’m in parties, off my face
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| Onstage, I’m shutting down rave instead
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| Normal living, still out here
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| Still mash up the tings, then I send 'em bed
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| I be in Fabric getting so waved
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| Dem man are so broke, they stayed in bed
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| Their life’s totally dead
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| Seat at the bar, I ain’t tryna MC
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| Until a promoter pays me instead
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| Money upfront, then everyting’s bless
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| I’m tryna get fed, I’m tryna see more
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| I’m tryna tour loads, I’m tryna get head
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| I’m tryna see a hundred bags
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| So if you don’t make me a pound, it’s totally dead
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| Yo, nothing to lose, still trashing out gobs
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| Call me a waiter, I’m serving wok
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| To that man’s wife at the end of the job
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| Eff you, pay me, holler that gwop
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| FT’s so cold, so on top
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| So tell all ah dem boy dere I said stop
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| I ain’t tryna do no open mic for the promo
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| What’s that? |
| G, that’s washed
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| Airport coasting
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| Bagging the Barclays bars and hosting
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| You can ask Faze, man think man are joking?
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| We was in the hotel, doing smoking
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| So loud, I was choking
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| Dem boy dere smoke zoots with coke in
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| Say that they’re winning, but they’re really not
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| Cuh we’ve already won and they’ve already lost
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| I’ve got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I risk my neck daily
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| I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now
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| It’s eff you, pay me
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| I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now
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| Are you crazy?
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| I don’t care if you like or hate me
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| Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me
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| I’ve got nothing to lose
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| That’s why I risk my neck daily
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| I ain’t inna doing favours with nobody now
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| It’s eff you, pay me
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| I’ve paid my dues, I’m due to be getting paid now
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| Are you crazy?
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| I don’t care if you like or hate me
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| Money upfront, fam, eff you, pay me
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| When I touch mic, everybody goes sick
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| I learnt the whole game, dem man are just kids
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| You step onstage, you can’t get no wheel
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| I don’t even know what that is
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| I could jump onstage, spit two bars
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| Sit back and watch the whole rave get liff
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| Best holler at FT for a shutdown quick
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| If it ain’t FT, it’s shit
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| (Are you mad?) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nothing To Lose , by - Merky Ace. Song from the album All Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп