No Questions - Jammer

Don’t stress that

Tell man «pass me the jet-pack»

Ain’t got time for a set-back

Money in the paper, get that

Dem man ain’t got a clue doe

Surrounded by kings like chess

Life’s not a game like Cluedo

Some manna gotta shot that press

Manna out here on the grind

A lotta manna tryna seek and find

Manna get money in the mornin'

I get money in the evening time

Manna tryna get that paper

But I ain’t tryna work no line

Manna man’s not R-Kelly

I don’t wanna shot, bump and grind

Guns blow when it’s punch-up time

I’m a, I’m a one-touch guy

They got, but they watchin' mine

I hit the chart, then I watch it climb

Lord of the Mics, manna watchin' grime

Lords of the Mics when I drop this rhyme

All of the hype, can’t stop this hype

Everything dead when I got this mic

President T, Kill of Killy

Didn’t really want it with me

Might get an O for my G

Might fly over the seas

Man’s high over the

Holdin' my sheet

Pass me a chip of that that 'garette

While I’m rollin' my weed

Known to police

When man roll to the show

Young-ans holdin' the heat

Known on the steets

Man wanna hype on the phone

But won’t go to the East

Don’t wanna beef

Heard my man is vegan

That’s why he don’t wanna meet

Play fair, not dirty

Lookin' at his clutch on my

That’s why you don’t wanna cheat

Your girl pleased me

She but she goes home with you

That’s where she don’t wanna be

Gally on deck, gally on lock

She’s underneath while manna on top

Grime MC, then manna gone pop

Man’s at yard, then manna gone shop

Trill a MC like manna on top

Bell a MC like manna on what

Stop that, start that, get that, what?

Take man’s iPhone, tings get shot

Don’t let man roll up to your spot

Kick mans door down, eat from your pot

Me and my Gs, yeah, we’re eatin' a lot

Could have been cold food, could have been hot

Us manna eatin' great

Gotta have food on the table

Manna on job

Dem man aren’t eatin' at all

The money ain’t tall — and they lost teeth from the bobs

Murder a MC quickly

With the Ruff Squad, like Shifty

50/50 manna get chips like Dixy

Bun a MC like

Pattern up like Mindy

A lot of bad man move kinky

Man don’t question my history

I told man, «link me»

Ain’t got time for the drama

Man just work with the victory

Man’s gonna win

God’s in my heart, but man’s gotta sin

Roll with the angels, not with the gin