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COS OF YOU (Explicit) - Morrisson
Lyrics by：John Morrisson
Composed by：Morrisson
Produced by：Harry James/Uncle Finesse
It's that Hocus Pocus Harry James
Rrrr
Yo
Yo I didn't even wanna do this
You know it's whatever whenever wherever with whoever
Zero L's can't die this shit's forever
Look at who just stepped in Morrisson
They don't know about you but they know about me
Woi woi woi woi woi woi
They don't know about them but they know about we
They know my name and they know where I'm from
My name rings bells from London to Brum
The Mancs and Scousers respect my ting 'cah they know what I've been through and know what I'm on
And that's 'cause I'm official I stand on my own
I don't mix I don't mingle
Just landed some work 'bout to send out some visuals
I've been putting flavours in pots like a Pringle
To all my dead brothers and bredrins I miss you
The grafters all love when I drop a new single
Beg you took the hood to the farm I brought the farm to the hood
I got a crop on my block full of Skittles
Got a crop on my block with the Viets and Albos
I used to bag up the work 'til the scales broke
We caught an M it weren't sick out the window
We drove off and laughed and went back to the Bando
And how you kill somethin' and go tell a hoe?
TY you didn't need to tell on your bro
He snitched on himself for a couple of views yo Rack28 hang himself with a rope
Yo Rack28 was out banging for bro
Slough reject how you banging for Grove?
You lived in a million pound home in Maidenhead spoiled little brat you didn't have to do road
You're a silver spoon rapper and we come from the mud
Kendrick Lamar"They ain't nothing like us"
How'd it take 12 plus man with shanks to kill one man on his own that was drunk?
Now let's be real what I'm saying is facts
Facts
If this shit was the other way round
And 12 white boys killed a vulnerable black boy Tankz would've called it a race attack
Stop calling us opps little man we don't know you
Digga stop saying my names in your vocals
I ain't gonna diss you and say you're a capper
Your own mate Striker already exposed you
Listen talking of Striker free DigDat
Tryna do me dirty like him now
They tricked DigDat out of his position
But they can't trick me out of mine with a big mouth
Rhys I can see it in your eye you ain't violent
I swear to God I'll love to fight him
Can't leave his block so I'll fight him in Ladbroke and leave him to SteveO when I unalive him
Mya Mills fucked half of London you wifed it
Yuck
So did Tennessee but you still wifed it
Yuck
You dissed me to promote your new music you must need clout off me 'cause that's what Nines did
Ask your mate Huncho if I'm on violence
I was on my own when I on sight him
I ran up on him and like five of his bredrins 'cause what's six wet Grove man to a Viking?
Listen I'll put the footage out if you deny it
So behave yourself Micah be quiet
You chased clout then clout chased you
I'll turn the biggest mouths in the UK silent
Yo I got a phone call from A
Abdi
When ZK got ZK'd in his face
I was in LA with Vlad and BA in the Highlight Rooms with machine gun on waist
Then we're rolling in East with machines in my whip
Man I'm old school I've been in the streets since a kid
You looked up to Nicki Minaj as a yute
And I looked up to Dave Hunt the Adams and Tibbs
As a kid I was homeless and living in hostels
Right in a manor next door to a brothel
I heard you said Zero Ls got no shells
I got a shotty with a barrel as big as your nostrils
When I was 13 I was out stealing whips
When I was 14 I was running in cribs
When I was 16 I was stamping on sniff
And I was breaking down boxes of bud into bits
When we was growing up we didn't have a thing
And our dad couldn't help us because he was skint
Shit weren't put on a plate like Rack how could it?
We barely had food in the fridge
Blud it weren't easy being white where I lived
I used to get tested because of my skin
We only bought guns 'cause the bullies had guns
Before that we was breaking mans face with our fists
Listen I've been through hell and back and I survived it
Your life ain't been as hard as mine's been
I'm a grown man but I'll roll back and I'll take a picture on your block 'cah we can all be childish
30 and Crippin' in London that's childish
You're embarrassing the Yanks ain't buying it
I won't say"Fuck Grove" you said that yourself when the Bush man had you on the camera frightened
Blud I'm too old for this beef online shit
That's why they dissing me and I ain't been replying
But Rhys mate you let down the whole fucking culture when Tennessee left you for a neeky white kid
Woi woi
When I went jail I put work in
When you went jail you start twerking
Go do a Snow Stream go ask Avalanche he seen me fight killers in The Ville and get worksy
Voluntary bang-up yo Digga that's neeky
I ain't gotta tell the road you rid VP
The screw that protected you when got stabbed up already just put you on blast on TV
So why do these yutes always talk like they're on me?
We ain't got no beef like the burgers in Johnny's
You said"Fuck Johnny" and Johnny's your brother you snake you ain't got a loyal bone in your body
Ask Potter Payper he'll tell you I'm mad man
It was me Potter Angus and Mad Max
We hit that lick and left the crime scene taped off
I really get busy and Potter can vouch that
You're English please why you acting Jamaican?
We call little begs like you a Jafaken
When you was in yard man shot up your whip
And you ain't been back 'cah you're scared for your safety
Russ and the guys nearly got you at Tape
Mashallah you had a lucky escape
You jumped on the 'Gram and start @'ing the Jakes
Now half of the Mozarts' locked in the cage
Blud I linked Fredo in studio in East
He had the same"Shh" as me
Don't know why these rappers keep mentioning me I'm a business man I ain't got no beef
Then we got the drop on where TY sleeps
Was outside Crocodile Dundee's for weeks
Didn't see him once must've been overseas
Head-locking crocodiles and jumping out trees
And if you carry on I'ma pull up on Colin
Like Jooka at the EGA office
Colin try tell me that he wasn't involved but when they drop disses he eats all the profits
Yo I thought EGA's an all black label?
Well that's what you say to bring rappers to the table
The white man you work for was whiter than me
And that white girl Charley's playing with your anal
Digga's getting older now he's feeling like me
Wants to sign out and live his life in peace
But you fucked with my retirement and I'm fucking up yours
I'ma make sure you never leave the streets like me
Rack5 got a 30 he's a goner now
It's been a month and he's already been forgotten 'bout
Shit's ironic 'cause Taze got Lippy then Lippy got Taze in a ring and knocked him out
Now on a real Rhys let me chat to you
Stop dissing me I'll stop @'ing you
Stop tryna be the hardest in Britain
Leave that to Big Stacks 'cause that ain't what gangster do
OG I been about since Channel U
I'm a legend in the streets you're just a rapper yute
I'm a trapper turned rapper you're a rapper turned trapper
Heard they nicked you in Lincoln with a pack or two
You got nicked with that trap boy starter pack
You should stick to making raps and those Yardie tracks
Leave that Dope Boy shit to the real Dope Boys in west big up Bizzy he's in charge of that
Stop gassing up the yutes with your raps please
Talk street but you wasn't in them that deep
You lived off Teerose name and his works but when he died you didn't do shit for his family
DigDat's doing 30 years 'cause of you Digga
The police want Fredo 'cause of you Digga
The judge gave the Mozart 120 plus years that's all because of you Digga
That's nearly 200 years 'cause of you Digga
All them black boys in jail 'cause of you Digga
You can't blame this one on a white man that's a lot of black lives ruined 'cause of you Digga
This ain't a diss record it's the truth Digga
How many yutes have you groomed Digga?
Rack5 was a good yute before he got groomed by you he's doing life 'cause of you Digga
All your opps are in jail 'cause of you Digga
There's somethin' very dodgy about you Digga
And our community's got a lot of problems and one of the biggest is the likes of you Digga
Stop poisoning the yutes with your tunes Digga
Stop pushing gang culture on the yutes Digga
Keep dissing dead people in your tunes Digga
Hells got a seat waiting for you Digga
I'm white but I'm blacker than you Digga
I've helped more black people than you Digga
Ask the brothers they'll tell you that's true Digga
You reply I'ma drop Part 2 Digga
