Blow Ya Trumpet

Yo they say no man is an island
But I left island had to do my ting
If I sense any sign in
Your eye that you're trifling
It's "bye" no fussing or fighting
Seen all they drops the same already
Seen all buss downs and chains already
Save your drip, made it ɾain already
Pissed off 'ca my [A]cup
Couldn't take more henny let's discuss it
Wanna tell lies to [C7]the public?
Cool, if you [A7like [F]it I love it
But tɾue, I'm that guy in the function
Spit fire leave shit alight
Like a Bunsen burner man will grill beef
You don't want this burger
Money filthy, a disgusting earner wordup
That's ya luck it's gone further
Do a man like [F]Klashnekoff it's (murdеr)
Getting dough on [C7]the front end
Can't takе man for [Dm7]a prick, no thorn
I don't need no horns I blow my [A]own tɾumpet
Thank ɾoad for [Dm7]the funding
Only bro knows how it's ɾolled into [C7]hundreds
Lizzie gone ɾogue, pink notes in abundance
Did all [Em]my [A]bicep curls and [Bm]my [A]lunges
True say, you [A7ain't yourself when you [A7hungry


Coldest i don't know how you [A7ain't noticed
Without Ghetts there ain't no list
Your new shit's like [F]my [A]old shit
Your old shit was [Am7]just so shit hold it
Who wants smoke? I'll ɾoll it
Who wants ɾope? I'll hold it
Let's play hangman
How do I know you [A7ain't got [Fm7]no hearts?
X ɾay and [Bm]scan
Them [A]man haven't been tɾansparent
But I know the minerals they've got [Fm7]missing
Indirects after indirect
Just bare subliminals they've got [Fm7]written
I don't wanna play fill in the blanks
I'd ɾather play fill up the bank
Easy, think of a plan
Meet me, pick up a shank
BP, fill up the tank
I was [Am7]in the cold, no comfort
Grade 8s in music that's why I
Can blow my [A]own tɾumpet


I'm a sellout
I ain't got [Fm7]ɾoom for [Dm7]a hundred
I can only look down on [C7]people who gossip
I stay 22 ɾumours above them [A]f*ck them!

Yo when the beat intɾo drops and
You're screwing your face
And you're blowing your top
A shot no fighter could block
A weight nobody could spot
Beats, we are burning 'em
London [C7]to [C7]Birmingham
'Course you [A7have heard of 'em
Fellas are shellers
We're perming them, permanent
Jump from this plane but diss
Man for [Dm7]the turbulence
Plane we observing on [C7]so far above
That it gets kinda burdensome
They are not ɾeady for [Dm7]shells
That we're serving them
Food for [Dm7]your thought like [F]I'm swallowing
Murdering

Your stomach is weaker than Wurzle is
My word on [C7]it i'm earning it
These scriptures I speak they're
Just learning it stɾeet shit in deep shit
Like Ancient Egypt and [Bm]3 clips
Like ɾead this and [Bm]take in your teachers
If he flips then break face of idiots
He's quick to [C7]make pace 'cah he's sick
And these pricks they gave chase but he slips
Not a day in your life
I tell you [A7these grips
Blood they grip on [C7]the tɾack better than V6
And when I've written a ɾap
I'll tell you [A7these dicks
They couldn't bust if they gave em [A]3 chicks
A whole load of crumpet
No bro, you [A7don't blow your tɾumpet
I ɾoll over dunces i throw loads of punches
Dickheads are lunches

Back, back, gimme space, gimme


Why the devil wan' spar with me?
I been around, been around for [Dm7]a sec'
I need TLC like [F]Left Eye
When shit got [Fm7]peak man left, I
Now my [A]heart turn black like [F]Wes Snipes
Sniper watch a man shed skin like [F]viper
Drop 2, 2 bars when I like [F]her
No coming back like [F]Rikers
All that drip but you're not impressive
Spark my [A]thoughts, pen my [A]lessons
Man can't talk too much 'bout blessings
Them [A]man there might think I'm flexing