Fixed Up

Spitting bars on the rooftop And i’m rollin hard on the blacktop I write lyrics non-stop And i move forward like a droptop I cut it in the chop shop But don’t get it mixed up until you get it fixed up Spitting bars on the rooftop And i’m rollin hard on the blacktop I write lyrics non-stop And i move forward like a droptop I cut it in the chop shop But don’t get it mixed up until you get it fixed up Out here and we go, ye and we go Hitting the lyrical blow Throwing a physical throw, a literal no You’re an abysmal show Tell me your gonna be coming to come up, yet when I try call you it’s always a hang up Ye it’s always a hang up Whenever you wanna meet up you are hung up Track on repeat and the lyrics are ‘hang on’ But if it’s a motive your timing is bang on Ye ye it’s a bit of pickle, a little dilemma But picking new people ain’t on my agenda So f*ck off and find someone new to accept ya Find someone to accept ya, nah not them I know they’ll reject ya Know that they’ll do better and better Stop begging and begging and stepping you cretin Ain’t like me doing that you know But it is like me getting wavy flows Getting waved i know i draw the line if a lines going up my nose If a lines going up my nose, then i know That I've fucked up badly, now that i’m fucked up badly, what will happen who knows Not me though, I don’t know bout this flow Bout this show, but I’m thrown Go full blown, don’t twist shit, ye your prone Back here to dig it seems Grab a shovel, come at me Your hands won’t stay clean Digging in my dirt, that’s mean Don’t mix up, don’t switch up, don’t move to me if your shit sucks Don’t chat to me about bad luck ye what you doing, go fix up What you doing, go fix up Ye what you saying? don’t make up You make up and fake stuff I'm done now, won’t wait up Spitting bars on the rooftop And i’m rollin hard on the blacktop I write lyrics non-stop And i move forward like a droptop I cut it in the chop shop But don’t get it mixed up until you get it fixed up Spitting bars on the rooftop And i’m rollin hard on the blacktop I write lyrics non-stop And i move forward like a droptop I cut it in the chop shop But don’t get it mixed up until you get it fixed up