Music Please - Royal-T, Merky Ace

Merky ACE

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FT

Yeah, yeah

Shoutout Royal-T

(Breathe)

Just let me make my music, B

Before it gets nuts

(Music please)

Yo, open your ears

I’ve got a big statement, listen up clear

Yeah, I spit bars and everyone cheers

But try disrespect and it will get nuts in here

People who’s known to be klutz in here

So it’s best that you look for the sluts in here

With the big breasts and big butts in here

With the wickedest weave or natural hair cuh

I’ve been doing this ting from day one

So let me do my music, please

Last year, I did not care

But now I’m getting in music Ps

Blue Battlefield and Catch Up money

All got spent on the finest trees

You could call it music cheese

But it would be a lie cause it was amni

Think you can take me for any MC?

I’m telling you that I’m not inna that, G

I’mma be real, I couldn’t give an F

If it ain’t T

You know who it is, A-C-E

My name’s surrounded by greaze

If you don’t want problems, I beg

You stick to the music, please

Heard I was wanted dead or alive

But I didn’t run just like track five

Still trapping all day just like track nine

I don’t need metaphors, this is real life

Spit similes on a constant hype

Man are like «Merky ACE is the guy»

Stating the obvious, I don’t try

Ask T or Koz, fam, I don’t lie

I know a confused dyke

Telling me how she wants that pipe

Booked a one cab on the Addison Lee app

Then I went there and gave her pipe

My mum would go jail

If the feds knew I used her knife

She told me «make more music, please»

So I did, now I’m alright

Think you can take me for any MC?

I’m telling you that I’m not inna that, G

I’mma be real, I couldn’t give an F

If it ain’t T

You know who it is, A-C-E

My name’s surrounded by greaze

If you don’t want problems, I beg

You stick to the music, please

Top boy round here, no Kane and

Real life, if you fuck with Kane, get slaughter

I grind all day, ain’t got no remorse

Think say you’re bad?

Get turned to a corpse

A brick on the wall’s gonna pass on thoughts

Straight out of Lewisham, not New York

I dig in food with the knife and spinner

I bet you thought I was gonna say fork

Done told 'em already, fam, that I cause damage

I’ll leave man slumped in his own ride

There won’t be a man in the driver’s side

I’ll smash man’s head off the driver’s side

Beep, you know what it’s like

FT all day, I ain’t tryna do time

Bally on my face and it’s late night

You’ll be praying to the Lord for the light

Think you can take me for any MC?

I’m telling you that I’m not inna that, G

I’mma be real, I couldn’t give an F

If it ain’t T

You know who it is, A-C-E

My name’s surrounded by greaze

If you don’t want problems, I beg

You stick to the music, please

Royal-T