Gimme 2 Minutes - P Money

Said he was badman, said he was a G

Said he was a badman, said he was a G

Said he knew Blacks and he said he knew P

But I didn’t know him, neither did he

Going round telling man he’s an OG

Didn’t know Jendor, didn’t know Dee

Didn’t Stormer, didn’t know Desper

Didn’t know Ruger or N. E

I was like, I was like P

Let me say that again, motherfucker I’m P

They wanna clash me

Man showed me the tweet, I said let’s talk P

Jammer let’s talk P

But when it turns into beef they’ll be like no P

Wait let’s talk P, about they wanna smoke me!!?

He was like he was like why do you spit like that?

I said H, why is your whip like that?

How come you left and quit like that?

Why’s your steering stiff like that?

How come your jeans got stitched like that?

Fam you look like a chick like that

I saw that murder blues documentary, I thought

How can my man snitch like that?

I said how can my man snitch like that?

Blatently work with the pigs like that

Can’t be seen in the bits like that

Where I’m from, you’ll get pitched like that

Don’t talk back when the tool claps, blood

Full back you’ll end up on the drip like that

Why’s he on German Whip like that?

And all now he ain’t got no whip like that

Live on stage, you know who’s in charge

Tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m calm

Live on stage, you know who’s in charge

Tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m calm

None of these man don’t want no arms

These cereal killers ain’t no lucky charms

Tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m.

I said tell a man lyrics for lyrics, I’m.

I’m calm

Don’t get it twisted my bredrins aren’t

They’ll go to your mums or to your aunts

P don’t you think that’s deep?

Like rah

I was like that’s not deep, that’s arms

He was like watch I’m going to the gym

I was like watch I’m going to my car

Only one of us came back with arms

Only one of us went home with arms

Kill a man dead

Disrespect any of the fam that’s arms

He say she say, nah that’s dead

Man talk shit in your face, that’s arms

All of that badman talk, that’s dead

But if he crosses the line, that’s arms

Don’t hit a chick face, that’s dead

But if her man tries it, blood that’s arms

I’m out in the field shut your mouth you’re a desk man

Ain’t on the line up, you ain’t no guest fam

I was in the race I cut out and left man

You was in beef you cut out and left man

Man said P’s only bad on the keyboard

OK, but your girl’s still gonna press man

Who said that, Big H?

yes fam

Tell a man shut up tell him he’s a yes man

Slewed man had everybody like yes fam

Bucked up with Stormzy wagwarn yes fam

Mandem was like rah he’s from ends fam

I was like naa he was like yes fam

We share the culture dun know the dun know

Blood, you get me, Mad, yes fam

Who’s that in the fur coat that Des fam

Who’s that with the Mario chain?

Sketch fam

Come on den act like you want it with dem man

Roll up to your ends like wheres dem man

Caught up to man like wagwarn yes fam

He was like that’s not me, that’s

Go and buy «That's Not Me» by Skept, fam

Boy Better Know, OGz, Newham Generals

Roll Deep, it’s a grime team with dem man