Lyrics 9-5 Yute - Mani DM

I'm in ends never went to no god damn zoo
Still surrounded by cobras
Calm to your face but it's all pretend
Don't wanna hear it, chat bare bogus
Pop in the scene gonna sprout like lotus
With my white boys might buss them loafers
If I catch your friend it's a bonus so don't chill with your bros like Jonas
Backstrap zoobie got my eyesight fucked like a camera that's out of focus
Bro could only get that Fiesta so you won't catch hopping out of a focus
I'm a calm guy opps know won't poke us attack then I come like locus or Aguero assisted by Silva
Come buck me don't text don't phone us
Swear down that I need more wonga
But it's dem that move like loners
Buck in the flesh turn Gyal they're moaners
Pop Up at random times like boners
These girls moving beer extra
Woulda thought that they were coronas
Don't mind me tryna rise my stack like yeast
Swear down I'm about my hovis

True say I'm about bread
Don't have much tho Just a 9-5 yute n I don't fill them skengs wid lead
True say I won't back that strap or back that shank but I'll back this punch with a fist up at a drink up
Like targets met
When we link up we'll see who's wet
Yeah that's you do
Manna save up n I swear you blew dough tryna chase girls in a £5 dress
Bank account at £5, mess
Man need to act more and say less
If we ain't bros then don't say bless
If I say it back then that was a test
Failed, man please use your chest

Fam I'm calm in nikey, drips internal don't need loubs
Just need a bad b on me like
Crude, chatting is long like tube
Straight to beat I'm busy, who's got time for TFL
Made my own beats on FL they tower
Not once Eiffel

None of them goals your scoring
Past the back foot see your all off side
Not a bad boy but In football I'm chillin on the wing but I'm never out wide
More time see it ain't bout pride
Like you I've lost it
That's truth my diagnostic
That's why every tune I done bossed it
They really think that goals counting
Look at your girl cos she went offside
One night see I might wanna groupie by the next day manna looking for a bride
Passenger side of my best friends ride yes see the dinger is red
How can I beef the yute he turn fed but I bucked in the flesh and his face had dread

True facts true stories, got it all co-signed by my bro
He done backed me but more time see I'm chillin on my js it's all that I know
Then I'm high then I might be low
I'm a moron call me oxy
If it's beef then I might get boxy
But I lose it if a pagan knocks me
None of my haters can ever say that I lie all I speak is FACTS
He done said I said that I'm road that's a comedy ting but I don't see BLACKS
Looking for myself from early
Looking for ya help like rarely
Don't ask if I see my P.O.P cos like the meme I say barely
You know it's truth so don't dare me
I'm not road I literally can't
My younger years went from boarding back to home freezing cold with my aunt
Now my gilet done say Benjart but I guess that's toheap to flex but that's what the max be
Don't shot but my tracksuits tax 3
N I spit facts b