Lozells lyrics

[Verse 1: Mitch]
Scream out "Slime", they're the fakest type
Giving fake advice, tryna take this slice
If it's your say, what you gonna say this time?
And we don't need wings, tryna make this glide
She say "Mitch, get behind me and break this spine"
If the hate don't work then they're making lies
It's no surprise, these rappers ain't about what they advertise
See me in the flesh, they wanna compromise
Make this tour, what you take this for?
I was blocked until bro helped me break this door
See the fakes and the neeks we don't make this for
We ain't got the same drive 'cause you ain't insured
Talking 'bout pipes, are you really the type?
Just advice for my likkle gun driller like Trife
Take my advice, everybody's got a price
So I'm still tryna separate the men from the mice

[Chorus: Mitch]
Check the tally, three points, I'm tryna carry
I used to jump out and rally straight back to gangster alley
This is Brum, not Miami, where it's hammy
Add a K if they're hanny, more time it's just me with this Rammy
Check the tally, three points, I'm tryna carry
I used to jump out and rally straight back to gangster alley
This is Brum, not Miami, where it's hammy
Add a K if they're hanny, more time it's just me with this Rammy
[Verse 2: Marnz Malone]
Topside to Wheeler Street, where Lenny made the Luger squeeze
I done him on Preston then ran to where Selena sleeps
Trench foot for real, you should see my feet
I was in the bush like Sid Capone, like first one I see, it's peak
They say "Double M ain't right in the head"
See these nine double M's, you'll get 'em right in your head
Shh woulda dead if my knife didn't bend
Ask Skeng, I did it bait, he driv' me right to the ends
I'm a legend on Bury Close
Feds to the right, that was very close
If they blue light, I'm on every toe
They grab me with this, I won't be home until I'm very old
And I know they want me locked in the Walls of Jericho
Ayy, Mini, if you hear this, you 'member the time we
Robbed him on the way to the high street?
Back when China was Thai Squeeze
Was linking tings with YB, why pree?
Long live Villain, he was shiesty

[Chorus: Mitch]
Check the tally, three points, I'm tryna carry
I used to jump out and rally straight back to gangster alley
This is Brum, not Miami, where it's hammy
Add a K if they're hanny, more time it's just me with this Rammy
Check the tally, three points, I'm tryna carry
I used to jump out and rally straight back to gangster alley
This is Brum, not Miami, where it's hammy
Add a K if they're hanny, more time it's just me with this Rammy
[Verse 3: Mitch]
Outside Bing's, had to spread these wings
On the wing, only PTSD that it brings
Where I'm from, we're some kings, it was me pulling the strings
And if them other yutes pull up then I'm pulling out the ting
Outside ain't the same and there's no one to blame
I had to manifest this music ting and it came
In the Streets of Rage, everybody's gangster in this day and age
But would you squeeze like mayonnaise?
The ending's pain when your bredrins change
I do for them but when it's time to do for me, ain't the same
And my life's like a book, I'm at the page when your friends turn strange
Especially when you're sitting in the cage
I got these eggs in one basket and they ain't free-range
I need a pen and my producer to help me explain
In-house treason, they go against the grain
But there's no energy for the opps, it's insane

[Outro: Mitch]
This is what I'm saying
Industry's talking 'bout "Brum rappers don't link up"
Tryna show them why we gotta link up
This is some L-O-Z business
Whole time, they let Marnz Malone flow, man