Miserable – 67

They say I’m a miserable man because I do miserable things
Free all my miserable men on the wing there still doing miserable things
What u know about riding sliding firing glee that thing till that mash goes ping
U know my ting I’m a simple man but the VV’s dance wen I smile n grin
I took some Ls then came back home n made it a win
Bro made a 100 quid quick now he’s got a 100 quid on his wrist
Someone got scratched just the other day what a shame he’s dun add him on the list
I’m the type wen I make me a million pounds ama spend me quarter milly on sticks

They wanna know who scratched him mad ting heard that the doctors patched him
6ixtys smoke too much now cids tryna give nicotine patches
Free my niggas in the jails rotting in cells got me pouring out my heart in the masjid
Stretch gang slide round no drive by ting man jump out gang n crash it
Formular 1 in a 4 door truck n
Wer packing out tryna pack him
Someone got … turnt into pot now I see them man hash tagging
Last year I cop 3 spinners 2 doty’s u can never tell me about this mash ting
60s light up all dese estates but I ain’t tryna go back to the landing
Mac spinners shotties miserable ting wen we done it in a Volvo
44 stones come fat like rolos side by side ting looks like a pogo
I’ll fly 1 straight in ur chest for bro that’s love no fucking homo
Bro will do it for me n I’ll do it for him I’ll rip out ur throat yo

They say I’m a miserable man because I do miserable things
Free all my miserable men on the wing there still doing miserable things
What u know about riding sliding firing glee that thing till that mash goes ping
U know my ting I’m a simple man but the VV’s dance wen I smile n grin
I took some Ls then came back home n made it a win
Bro made a 100 quid quick now he’s got a 100 quid on his wrist
Someone got scratched just the other day what a shame he’s dun add him on the list
I’m the type wen I make me a million pounds ama spend me quarter milly on sticks

Still in Skeng’s we truss u get flamed up like … or Fryed like …
Truss really tryna turn man runtz truss all they do is cap n cuss
Cuz walk wid da broom like gus spot em drop em and cause no fuss
Dust da Skeng’s been ringing for years all it takes is to dial it up
If the corn don’t fit then file it up we leave white Ts red we style it up
I was in the trap with Stacey n Steve no scales had to eye it up
Bank rolls I tie it up n wen my dreads in the way I tie it up
Peng ting got hair like India love give her dick in the morn when she’s waking up
Palm angels or off white dsq for the saucy nights
I got some wild lil niggas that will do it for me broadway wid the longest knife
Hoes on my case everyday they wanna know if I got me a wife
And everytime I get me some cake mum gets a big slice

They say I’m a miserable man because I do miserable things
Free all my miserable men on the wing there still doing miserable things
What u know about riding sliding firing glee that thing till that mash goes ping
U know my ting I’m a simple man but the VV’s dance wen I smile n grin
I took some Ls then came back home n made it a win
Bro made a 100 quid quick now he’s got a 100 quid on his wrist
Someone got scratched just the other day what a shame he’s dun add him on the list
I’m the type wen I make me a million pounds ama spend me quarter milly on sticks
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