Look How Many - P Money, Blacks

You jokers

Money over everyone

I’m in a skyscraper right now

With the mandem

Man look how many man’s lying though

YOU MAKE ME SICK!

OI!

Look how many man’s trying

I think I catted about twenty MCs

In the scene that are tryna look henny

Fully gassed up, none of you man are ready

I roll with the ting that’s licked down many

It’s not a ting if you man think you’re heavy

Wanna squeeze the semi (heads are flying)

Bare headtops on the telly

That what happens when you chop off the belly

See I don’t mind when a crew wanna test

I everybody gets buried

Magical straps, turn man into jelly

And the night tings ain’t gonna cease twenty

Shows to your bed and flip man like a jezzy

One by one they violate

One by one they’ll be dying all the time

Like Kenny

Look how many man’s trying

I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!)

Look how many man’s flying

And now you got man on the news

Like «look how many man’s dying!»

I’m in the scene with bare MCs

And look how many man’s lying

Everybody apart from OG’z

Look how many man’s trying

Don’t violate me fam it won’t work

Cock back the pump and see how it works

(BOY!) Now that’s how it works

Got one ting that will rock and roll Earth

So I don’t care about too many man

Becuh', becuh', I got a new heater

I’ll leave man dead on the speaker

In a war ting don’t bring me to feature

One in a chest piece, one in a neck

Holding the ting like «fam who’s next?»

Fake grime artists getting me vexed

Watch when I catch him, oi fam he’s next

Stand over him then boom in the neck

Pepper him up with shots in the leg

Like «yeah, still holding the mash again»

Look how many man’s trying

I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!)

Look how many man’s flying

And now you got man on the news

Like «look how many man’s dying!»

I’m in the scene with bare MCs

And look how many man’s lying

Everybody apart from OG’z

Yo

Look how many man’s trying

They must be smocking the rocks

That’s your whole or a shot

Stop talking a lot

I’ll take your wifey and move to your block

And I’ll fill it with cock

I don’t work in a barber’s shop

But I’ve got a part of your high top

Why not?

I’m like «my God»

Man ah gotta run from the sky cops

Black and red R6 got keys in

Now I’m back in the ends and I’m geezing

And no I’m not sleeping

I’m at Terminal three

Where?

In tight jeans gotta make

Eastern flights who been in, I’m Puerto Rican

Now I’m at the beach I’m sleeping

Blacks run, told man «fuck competing»

Look how many man’s trying

I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!)

Look how many man’s flying

And now you got man on the news

Like «look how many man’s dying!»

I’m in the scene with bare MCs

And look how many man’s lying

Everybody apart from OG’z

Look how many man’s dying

That’s what they scream on the news

One shot licks and your whole team’s

On the news, heavy artillery

Army and generals behind me

Man’s got a fleet full of goons

That will beat in your face

Forgetting beating the tune

Plastic bags over the Gucci

See I can’t let a next man

Bead on my shoes, lack something off

Forget beef on the tune

I don’t mind if twenty man wanna back it

That’s another twenty heads leaving the room

Shotgun bearing deep in your wounds

If and if you make it to the hospital

They’re gonna have a madness cleaning your wounds

Body parts all over the place

They’re gonna have a stakeout when they’re cleaning the room

Look how many man’s trying

I’m like «wait, watch this» (BOY!)

Look how many man’s flying

And now you got man on the news

Like «look how many man’s dying!»

I’m in the scene with bare MCs

And look how many man’s lying

Everybody apart from OG’z