Текст песни Oscar - Harry Shotta , Example , P Money

Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll take any offer
You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar
Answers first questions later
Why so many questions hater
Spend your fuckin' day to day
Drinking fuckin' Gatorade
Waste away sat inside your room in isolation
Amount of shit inside your mouth it's verbal constipation (Ay)
One sec I make the hip-hop
Then house DJ's think I'm shit hot
I'll do both yeh why the fuck not
Only care about the beats with sick drops
London town to Brisbane what
Swapped Air Max for flip-flops
Money in the grave like Rick Ross
Bet your girl dance to this on TikTok
Big boss man with the shit hot tan
Man with the plan forget your lockdown
Back with a bang some shit that got canned
But I'm sticking it out on this album
Bam, I mean album
Was on powder, not talcum
Ask Malcom in the middle
Everybody have a giggle, yeah I doubt ya gonna fiddle
With the riddim when I'm in it and I'm killing 'em softly
Get in my way in the littlest way
Melt their face off like Nicholas Cage
Bet they go cray inside the big rave
Ahaha hahahaha
This game's a fuckin' circus
And who's on microphone right now
It's Mr. Berserkus you heard us
Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll take any offer
You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar
I don't say it but the throne is mine
Head hot with a gold chain an that big R1 is my motorbike
Ghost ride turn you poltergeist
Death note when I wrote for guys
Man's fake, I told you guys
He needs milk I'm bonafide
I don't care for your old stories
Your throw backs to be thrown aside
When's it's flows I'm over nice
No more cool like I'm over nice
Boasting 20 bags a show
Well done to you for being overpriced
Different sound when I hold the mic
Different girls wanna hold the pipe
You ain't mine I know your type
Piss off already know my wife
That's bad b
I'm gang g 'cause my hand feeds
These animals for me stampede
Break foot and mouth I'm on bad beef
Ain't got time for these Boris Johnsons
Baffled when these man speak
Are they MCs or athletes
Man run an get caught by hand speed
Forget the violence, be silent
Laid back in a blacked out whip with the plate on private
Back to my yard where I'm living in private
IPhone gotta keep that on divert
2004 I was playing with Deutch like say I was Patrick Kluivert
Levels too high I could only vibe with a pilot
Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll take any offer
You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar
Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll do any of 'em
Classic genre
I'll take any offer
You can keep your Grammy and your motherfuckin' Oscar
Came in the game top boy from day one
So called top boys didn't wanna spray one
Bar on a back to back and I flow A1
Now I'm the top boy mocking it Jay1
Put a sock in it when I be socking it to em locking it down
With the flow when I'm dropping it topical
Top top top of the tree, the top of the oracle
Man are chatting bout there better but that's rhetorical
I'm diabolical, straight to the molecule
In everyday life I'm nice on the mic I'm horrible
Cheeky sod with that big gob, bionic on the mic Gangster Chronicles
Flip bare magic and I move like McGonagall
And we can have a laugh the bars aren't comical
DNB, Rap, Grime, Boom Bap, Double time
Done 'em all fuck that, truly phenomenal
Hit em with the venomous medicine I'ma get 'em
With the elements I'm bringing in lyrical Armageddon
I'm dead 'em and set the levels like 7-11 the way I get 'em
When I serve up manor from heaven (It's too much)
From the time when when I one-two check 'em
Other MC's all like, "give me a second"
But nah my G let me spit my 32
Man's a Wretch and I'ma kick 'em like Tekken
When I wreck 'em they all reckon I'm wrecking it not neck and neck
Neck another bottle I reckon there gonna recollect
Regularly rippin' the mics live when I wreck a set
Wacking em back and making a racket like Megadeath
Megatron on a song still stay mega blessed
Megaman so solid no I ain't ever left
Bun the Grammys and the Oscars
There's no sleep for the wickedest that's why I never rest
I'll do any of 'em