Текст песни Mpc - Gerd

I′m the definition of your favourite rapper's favourite rapper fuck I don′t need a fan
I don't need a Stan I don't need a clan
And I don′t need a gang cos I don′t need to bang
I just need a couple grand so I can feed the fam
There's a difference between grown and being a man
Everybody grows except those like Peter and Pan
Everybody wants to hustle I don′t see the plan
Cos in life no amount of money can increase your span
Mother should have called me Russel cos I've been a brand
I′m the type of swimmer that's a winner but I′ve never swam
And couple situations had to be the bigger man
Should of stayed and fought but I walked at least I never ran
But the truth be told is I don't give a damn
Cos most man on road are junk and I don't need no spam
These jokers trying to provoke a nigger to see the can
But they know that I′m focused cos I can see their plans
Never been the type to fuss about glitz and the glam
Like I don′t mind Nando's or chicken in Sam′s
And I prefer rocking slippers to kicks worth a grand
I told them don't follow me cos I switch up the plan
Everybody say I′m hot but I don't see no fan
I don′t see tan I don't see no sand
All I see is all these niggers trying to flip a gram
And all these single baby mothers in need of a man
Damn are you listening fam
Hope you're listening fam

I gotta spit best 16 every verse
So you know you next 16 gone be work
Get off my dick like a sex scene in reverse
They all my kids but I ain′t breast feed them at birth
I′m Real with it
Real lyricist with the skill
And I'm real different
We ain′t spitting just for a deal
Hater deal with it
We ain't wishing we make it real so we will live it
Real shit we already in it
So we get it
Get it
They don′t get my message
And if it don't exist then invent it
If you got a gift then present it
I′m reckless
I don't give fuck about no royalties unless I get percentage
Ain't nothing bigger than my pen is
You′ll figure out the ending if you spell it, me i′m just a menace
Strike a pose you know that I'ma pro behind the lenses
So I don′t check my Insta post if you jealous
The reason why my flows extra nice
I don't spit I do flow exercise
Precise fire
Type to heat the coldest night
The Homie Nige told me like
You so hard
Yup but so is life

My little mans getting bigger
He see his daddy′s getting thinner
I see he notices his daddy's missing dinner
When I look at him I′m looking in the mirror
When he looks at me I hope he see a winner
Cah
You're the one I'm missing all these night′s for
I can′t hug you and kiss you in a night storm
All the time I be missing and that's my fault
I love your mum but the issues I got no time for
Pour my heart out though I need to write more
Can′t find the time coz the money I need to grind for
Got no enemies got no rivals
Tell a nigga if you mad at me best be mindful
F-in with my survival
Holla my young dun will leave you a tribal
Ain't ina that anymore so don′t try Tu
Pick up a riz buss an ital
Gran always says grandson pick up your bible
Coz In the end it will be vital
And a nigga always try too
Think about heaven all the time where will I go
Pray to the Lord
Will I see my bros
Going through a pause
Thinking of my life little stress
Couple Bill's and things I can′t afford
The shit I can't ignore
Labels putting all these fake rappers on the floor
Got these rappers on their fours
Forgetting the culture I can't hack it anymore