808mystic

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@laxnc_mufc Күн бұрын

808mystic bexblu collab when

@xusn502 2 күн бұрын

Blud I emerged like a jungle fever 😶

@LeKi420 3 күн бұрын

Im listening to this for a whole year,this is a masterpiece bro!

@doowii2461 3 күн бұрын

AMAZING

@dmlylo 3 күн бұрын

amazing

@ChrisB-ng3qw 3 күн бұрын

is the instrumental to this? gotta get this in a set

@rileysimango 6 күн бұрын

🌻🥚🥚📏

@0xyy4k 7 күн бұрын

beat dumb crazy

@ancienttech313 7 күн бұрын

loving this all theway in south africa man

@808mystic 7 күн бұрын

@@ancienttech313 shout out you bro

@sam-q4m1f 8 күн бұрын

Crazy

@georgebum3227 13 күн бұрын

What type of beat is this

@JobbarJ 13 күн бұрын

This is insane bro

@robbie4d46 14 күн бұрын

Used to love this and finally found it

@AnthonyoBeatz 14 күн бұрын

whats the original song

@theHokage_1 15 күн бұрын

3:03 fact but im 17 and listeining to grime

@santoscopywriting4130 16 күн бұрын

Been playing this in repeat for the last 6 months, gotta say u elevated this bro. The lyrics and vocals were already amazing but that beat. Damn. This is its own league, much love Man U talented asf

@ballersfxacademyzm.2788 16 күн бұрын

Devilman went crazy on this

@ballersfxacademyzm.2788 16 күн бұрын

How is this not viral?????🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

@biggysmall8 20 күн бұрын

Everyone dreams of a brotherhood like these lads have, not just him and brother jme but wiley kano ect proper friends group

@getgreekd5452 21 күн бұрын

I don't take backchat, no disrespect Already know the gang and I'm something like Big Fris Fuck the opps, it's their loss I cut them off How could I get pissed off? Bodies get ticked off I hope you brush your teeth before you talk about the big boss Brand new bedsheets covered in your wifey's lip gloss You was at the top, but you slipped off (Wasteman) None of them boy there hard (Nah) All of them boy there soft Murder charge ain't a joke and laugh You think that you shower, when last you jump in a bath? (When?) I know the gunman that do obeah, voodoo, and witchcraft (Brrt) Roll with a nine month old baby so they can bring out the mash in a Winnie the Pooh scarf (Alright) Sun's out, guns out Bare chest in the Rolls Royce, park up and I jump out Rich nigga, used to bag food at my mum's house Heard the boy dissed me, now the boy rubbed out (Rubbed out) Test my gangster, reach for my chain, don't cry when your face get thump out (Smoke) My young G love testin' that smoke in the park, somebody gettin' dropped if he comes out (Baow, baow, baow) Baow, what do you mean, you fool? Go on then, go on then, draw for the tool (Tool) Think that you're hard, but you're soft like wool Lick a man in the jawside with a stool (Yeah) Real bad boy, but I still look cool White gold chain and an iced out jewel But they can't jack me because I'm not Ja Rule Nah, rude boy, what do you mean? What do you mean? You can't jack me, best you don't chat to me Ignore me, turn your back to me You can't put no nine, no MAC to me I know you did research, wanna move to Skepta, but you found out you can't do shit to me Not lyrically or literally I put you on TV, make history What happened to your headback? That's a mystery Five o' clock in the mornin' I flew out, flew down the road, flew back, then flew in My mum knows what I'm doin' And deep down, I know she's screwin' I fell asleep with thirteen scores in my mouth Had a dream about chicken and chips, like an idiot, I started chewin' Woke up, then I started spewin' I used to put thirteen scores in my mouth Start choppin' up a next ounce with H Can't chat to Meridian about weight Them boy wouldn't even know what to do with an eighth You bought an eight ball on the twenty-fourth, you're still tryna move it on the eighth (How?) Them boy don't know about Tanitas with the batteries held in with Sellotape, blood You would've thought you were looking at your date of birth when I put my food on the scales I'm in the cell, start biting my nails Never ever been an informer, never told tales I roll with four black males And the feds better lock us in separate jails And I can bag up the food, but, ayy, you can't chat to me about class A sales It's the return of the mack, I'm still alive just like 2Pac Girls in the front row, girls in the back Spit one lyric, everybody's like, "Brap" Flashback to the cold nights in the trap Now I'm in a new whip counting the big stack White gold chain and the diamonds are black Jack me? Nah, you don't wanna do that God forgive me if I bust my nine God forgive me if I bust my nine I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne Dissed my mum, then he crossed my line God forgive me if I bust my nine God forgive me if I bust my nine I don't wanna get locked up like Shyne If he dissed my mom, then straight greaze