Girl wid the big back Let me tap that fast Then after show the boys On the group chat Hoop that shoot that Find a drop might loot that What can I say bro I’m just too tapped Real rap yeah I do that Used to do trap Now I counting this money As we bringing in them stacks Too many packs Like match attacks Smoke another then just laugh Zoot long like giraffe Don’t follow my path Cah these tests you won’t pass I was 14 in school when I got sent out For disturbing the mass All I did was one thing they didn’t like it An they got mad What can I say in school I’ve been bad
Girl wit the big back And a big bag plus a six pack of beer not a lean gut but lemme hit that shordy come here While the rest get back I’m in the front of the batter mat cause it’s where I get my stats Home run I’m running these laps
Dad said there's not a lift up to success You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through nuff stress But in the long run, you're comin' out with nuff bread Pops, don't worry fam, I got dis, nuff said How can I feel down when I'm up next? I hide things well, nobody see me when I'm upset Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what mum said So I do shows, videos and I run sets I just step in, give the mic a blessing, then I'm jetting Donny says my name, but I swear I've never met him Beggin' it to get in but they can't, so now they're stressin' Tryna do my bit, I can't be arsed with all the messin' Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressin' But since the day I started, it's been nothing but progression You don't know nuttin' 'bout me, you're just guessing Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon [Verse 6] 'Cause it's Aitch in the place, quick Pass me the mic and watch suttin' get blazed I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em And when the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested Honestly my lyrics suttin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin' So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin' It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm shellin' I don't lurk and dip down opps But I skirt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced Half a bottle vodka in my pocket Thinkin' "This is the shit, mate", absolute piss take All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy So they sick of seein' this face Finally, Mr Aitch, professor of rhymary 'P', that's the only thing I've learnt since primary Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me Bless up, safe, appreciate ya spendin' time with me, haha
Ay yo, wassup man Swing that camera my way here brotha If you don't see me in my sides with my guys I be in the nice vibe, zoned tryna write rhymes Bitches in my eyesight, lyrics in the pipeline I combine lines when the time's right If I'm in the right mind White guy's gonna fly high, I'm the right guy Trust me I'm the coldest don in this, ain't nothin like ice Told you she don't like rides, but said she wanna ride mine You're taking her to Five Guys, I beat her in my guy's ride, uh She call me sexy 'cause I rhyme tight But she move sour 'cause I'm getting all the lime light Leave her in the morning and won't see her till the night time She only ever phones me for dick, I got a pipeline Step up on the stage, fuck everyone it's my time Dash a man's watch in the crowd, look how time flies You're stepping on the fine line, the roof will get raised Like the London city knife crime She thinks it's funny how I stack up all this money So I tell her suck my dick and then I'm busting word to A1 Fuck it, I ain't fussy, run the beat, I'm getting mucky Catch a vibe, I'm not a rookie, get a lyric and I spray one Duppy yet I'm gully, take the piss, I'm with your honey Giz' a kiss, ya' looking lovely, better show me what you're made of She been near a few guys, holla'd her a few times You know she likes the blue eyes, watch how I take my shades off Grind, rap, trap, gets rapped That's facts, man don't clap straps But I, slap tracks fast, barriers get smashed That's straight to the cash, come back with a bad diss Ain't a bus pass, man I don't pass back In other words back track, gets swerved, that's that Fat back, slim body, no back fat Said she's into black man, dash me an L let me catch that Please someone test me I'm alright for a white When I write I'm a lefty Fuck a knife but I'm nice for a fight, if you get me Ay yo, check me I swear to god, I'm underestimated I never flop, I got it boxed, look how I demonstrate it Listen up, I teach you 'suttin, now you're educated I took ya L but kept smiling, come and celebrate it Couple groupies, I'm lovin' the life But maybe one day I'll find the love of my life Nah, 'low it I'm drunk, man's fuckin' tonight Aitch, look at yourself, stop thinkin' you're fly I'm not a fraud, don't flex for the cam Summer time, watch a white boy flex with a tan I believe that I'm cold, you ask why, 'cause I am Your beefin' is old, please go find a plan Dad said there's not a lift up to success You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through 'nough stress But in the long run, you're comin' out with 'nough bread Pops, don't worry fam, I got 'dis, 'nough said How can I feel down when I'm up next? I hide things wrong, nobody see me when I'm upset Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what Mum said So I do shows, videos and I run sets I just step in, give the mic a blessing, then I'm jetting Donny's say my name, but I swear I've never met him Begging it to get in but they can't, so now they're stressing Tryna do my bit, I can't be arsed with all the messing Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressing But since the day I started, it's been nothing but progression You don't know 'nuttin 'bout me, you're just guessing Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon 'Cause it's Aitch in the place, quick Pass me the mic and watch 'suttin get blazed I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em When the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested Honestly my lyrics suttin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin' So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin' It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm shellin' I don't lurk and dip down ops But I skirt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced Half a bottle vodka in my pocket thinkin' This is the shit, mate, absolute piss take All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy So they sick of seein' this face Finally, Mr. Aitch, professor of rhymary P, that's the only thing I've learnt since primary Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me Bless up, safe, appreciate ya' spendin' time with me
Illest beat since 90’s hip hop
Pezmo’s a wizard, did you see the way he patterned man?
This beat reminds me from another tune or freestyle but I cant remember, cold beat
can u make a longer one bro?
DAMN ANIT HEARD THIS IN TIME ⏲️
This actually fire
Will you upload the manchester purge cypher beat with k active?
Ddg anyone
shits fire fam 🔥 is it free to use for non profit?
Sick beat 🔥🔥🔥
Girl wid the big back
Let me tap that fast
Then after show the boys
On the group chat
Hoop that shoot that
Find a drop might loot that
What can I say bro
I’m just too tapped
Real rap yeah I do that
Used to do trap
Now I counting this money
As we bringing in them stacks
Too many packs
Like match attacks
Smoke another then just laugh
Zoot long like giraffe
Don’t follow my path
Cah these tests you won’t pass
I was 14 in school when I got sent out
For disturbing the mass
All I did was one thing they didn’t like it
An they got mad
What can I say in school I’ve been bad
Girl wit the big back
And a big bag plus a six pack of beer not a lean gut but lemme hit that shordy come here
While the rest get back I’m in the front
of the batter mat cause it’s where I get my stats
Home run
I’m running these laps
On it Bro!!
Dad said there's not a lift up to success
You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through nuff stress
But in the long run, you're comin' out with nuff bread
Pops, don't worry fam, I got dis, nuff said
How can I feel down when I'm up next?
I hide things well, nobody see me when I'm upset
Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what mum said
So I do shows, videos and I run sets
I just step in, give the mic a blessing, then I'm jetting
Donny says my name, but I swear I've never met him
Beggin' it to get in but they can't, so now they're stressin'
Tryna do my bit, I can't be arsed with all the messin'
Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressin'
But since the day I started, it's been nothing but progression
You don't know nuttin' 'bout me, you're just guessing
Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon
[Verse 6]
'Cause it's Aitch in the place, quick
Pass me the mic and watch suttin' get blazed
I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em
And when the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate
Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested
Honestly my lyrics suttin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin'
So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin'
It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm shellin'
I don't lurk and dip down opps
But I skirt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace
I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles
With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced
Half a bottle vodka in my pocket
Thinkin' "This is the shit, mate", absolute piss take
All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy
So they sick of seein' this face
Finally, Mr Aitch, professor of rhymary
'P', that's the only thing I've learnt since primary
Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me
Bless up, safe, appreciate ya spendin' time with me, haha
Need a beat like this for a track im working on
@Myth! dont think it works like that g
🔥🔥🔥
How much u charging for beats g
DM me.
Ay yo, wassup man
Swing that camera my way here brotha
If you don't see me in my sides with my guys
I be in the nice vibe, zoned tryna write rhymes
Bitches in my eyesight, lyrics in the pipeline
I combine lines when the time's right
If I'm in the right mind
White guy's gonna fly high, I'm the right guy
Trust me I'm the coldest don in this, ain't nothin like ice
Told you she don't like rides, but said she wanna ride mine
You're taking her to Five Guys, I beat her in my guy's ride, uh
She call me sexy 'cause I rhyme tight
But she move sour 'cause I'm getting all the lime light
Leave her in the morning and won't see her till the night time
She only ever phones me for dick, I got a pipeline
Step up on the stage, fuck everyone it's my time
Dash a man's watch in the crowd, look how time flies
You're stepping on the fine line, the roof will get raised
Like the London city knife crime
She thinks it's funny how I stack up all this money
So I tell her suck my dick and then I'm busting word to A1
Fuck it, I ain't fussy, run the beat, I'm getting mucky
Catch a vibe, I'm not a rookie, get a lyric and I spray one
Duppy yet I'm gully, take the piss, I'm with your honey
Giz' a kiss, ya' looking lovely, better show me what you're made of
She been near a few guys, holla'd her a few times
You know she likes the blue eyes, watch how I take my shades off
Grind, rap, trap, gets rapped
That's facts, man don't clap straps
But I, slap tracks fast, barriers get smashed
That's straight to the cash, come back with a bad diss
Ain't a bus pass, man I don't pass back
In other words back track, gets swerved, that's that
Fat back, slim body, no back fat
Said she's into black man, dash me an L let me catch that
Please someone test me
I'm alright for a white
When I write I'm a lefty
Fuck a knife but I'm nice for a fight, if you get me
Ay yo, check me
I swear to god, I'm underestimated
I never flop, I got it boxed, look how I demonstrate it
Listen up, I teach you 'suttin, now you're educated
I took ya L but kept smiling, come and celebrate it
Couple groupies, I'm lovin' the life
But maybe one day I'll find the love of my life
Nah, 'low it I'm drunk, man's fuckin' tonight
Aitch, look at yourself, stop thinkin' you're fly
I'm not a fraud, don't flex for the cam
Summer time, watch a white boy flex with a tan
I believe that I'm cold, you ask why, 'cause I am
Your beefin' is old, please go find a plan
Dad said there's not a lift up to success
You gotta take the stairs, you're gonna go through 'nough stress
But in the long run, you're comin' out with 'nough bread
Pops, don't worry fam, I got 'dis, 'nough said
How can I feel down when I'm up next?
I hide things wrong, nobody see me when I'm upset
Do what I enjoy, man, I'll stick to what Mum said
So I do shows, videos and I run sets
I just step in, give the mic a blessing, then I'm jetting
Donny's say my name, but I swear I've never met him
Begging it to get in but they can't, so now they're stressing
Tryna do my bit, I can't be arsed with all the messing
Hatin' on the kid, it's kinda long, you're all depressing
But since the day I started, it's been nothing but progression
You don't know 'nuttin 'bout me, you're just guessing
Don't give a fuck about a weapon, you weapon
'Cause it's Aitch in the place, quick
Pass me the mic and watch 'suttin get blazed
I ain't got a strap, but I aim when I spray 'em
When the target gets locked, there's no escapin' it, mate
Really, who's testin'? Name a guy, I'm interested
Honestly my lyrics suttin' like a weapon, got 'em stressin'
So many haters, thank the Lord, that's a blessin'
It's sad, they just mad, they can't get in where I'm shellin'
I don't lurk and dip down ops
But I skirt and dick down thots, I'm a disgrace
I used to ride up to Failsworth on peddles
With the disc brakes, then ride home shit-faced
Half a bottle vodka in my pocket thinkin'
This is the shit, mate, absolute piss take
All these brother's hate me so much, but they know that I'm heavy
So they sick of seein' this face
Finally, Mr. Aitch, professor of rhymary
P, that's the only thing I've learnt since primary
Gotta hit the booth, this freestyle just reminded me
Bless up, safe, appreciate ya' spendin' time with me
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