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Round 2 (Explicit) - Aitch

Lyrics by：Harrison Armstrong/Jake Jones/Taras Alusarenko

Composed by：Harrison Armstrong/Jake Jones/Taras Alusarenko

They say love makes you happy well this paper can too

So I ain't chasin' no chick unless

She raised a mans yute trust

Everybody's blessed ****

I just pray I am too

But I got devils on

My side like a play for man you

But I bounce back

Catch me in moston with my trap players skrr

Or in soho house with some tax payers

Young aitch ain't no fold in my game

I make stacks in the sun in the snow in the rain

I was seventeen hundred thou eighteen two fifths

Nineteen few mill twenty was stupid

Twenty-one old news twenty-two new ****

Twenty-three still hot don't say I don't do this woo

Copped a lot of bricks you know

I got it how I live

**** I got ones that I can rent

And I got ones that I can flip

Tickin' boxes of my checklist

When I drop another hit

Then go and drop another ticket

On a property and whip ****

You know it's a-i tizzy babe

Changed my city know I make my lizzy babe

C*****e white mizzy may

Ain't no biggie two-fifty that's chicken change skrr

Yeah couldn't pay me to stop

This one's for all my grinders raised on the block

Yeah

Steady making their prof this one's for

My guys that are chasing the guap

Yeah

It was raised in the streets

Some got a day job some are paid in the streets

Yeah

Ain't no taming the beast

I ain't here to make friends

I'm just here to make ps

I ain't tripping 'bout a hater stay

In line and keep it stepping

Got a watch for everyday but ain't

Got time to answer questions

We can talk a bit of business

I ain't tryna be your bredrin

If I can't see money signs then

I'm sliding in a second

Big boss

Big stones in my wristwatch royal

Oak rose gold way before tiktok

I was getting low blows way before lip shots

Honestly I'm so cold I'm frozen I've been hot

I'm goated ain't been topped

They know when the king drops

Them jokers have been opps

They choke when the pin drops

Yeah still with the loccs at the chip shop

Still putting all my pink notes in a kick box

Yeah couldn't pay me to stop

This one's for all my grinders raised on the block yeah

Steady making their prof this one's

For my guys that are chasing the guap

Yeah

Who was raised in the streets

Some got a day job some are paid in the streets

Yeah

Ain't no taming the beast

I ain't here to make friends I'm just here to make ps