COS OF YOU Lyrics – Morrisson

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(It’s that Hocus Pocus Harry James)
(Rrrr)

[Intro]
Yo
Yo, I didn’t even wanna do this
You know it’s whatever, whenever, wherever, with whoever
Zero L’s can’t die, this s*it’s forever
Look at who just stepped in, Morrisson!

[Verse]
They don’t know about you but they know about me

(Woi woi woi, woi woi woi,)
They don’t know about them but they know about we
They know my name and they know where I’m from
My name rings bells from London to Brum
The Mancs and Scousers respect my ting ‘cah they know what I’ve been through and know what I’m on
And that’s ’cause I’m official
I stand on my own, I don’t mix, I don’t mingle
Just landed somе work, ’bout to send out some visuals
I’ve been putting flavours in pots likе a Pringle
To all my dead brothers and bredrins, I miss you
The grafters all love when I drop a new single
Beg, you took the hood to the farm, I brought the farm to the hood
I got a crop on my block full of Skittles
Got a crop on my block with the Viet’s and Albos
I used to bag up the work till the scales broke
We caught an M, it weren’t sick out the window
We drove off and laughed and went back to the Bando
And how you kill suttin and go tell a hoe?
TY, you didn’t need to tell on your bro
He snitched on himself for a couple of views, yo Rack28 hang himself with a rope
Yo, Rack28 was out banging for bro, Slough reject, how you banging for Grove?
You lived in a million pound home in Maidenhead, spoiled little brat, you didn’t have to do road
You’re a silver spoon rapper and we come from the mud, Kendrick Lamar, ‘they ain’t nothing like us’
How’d it take 12 plus man with shanks to kill one man on his own that was drunk
Now, let’s be real, what I’m saying is facts (Facts)

If this s*it was the other way round
And 12 white boys killed a vulnerable black boy, Tankz would’ve called it a race attack
Stop calling us opps, little man, we don’t know you
Digga, stop saying my names in your vocals
I ain’t gonna diss you and say you’re a capper
Your own mate Striker already exposed you

Listen, talking of Striker, free DigDat
Tryna do me dirty like him now
They tricked DigDat out of his position
But they can’t trick me outta mine with a big mouth
Rhys, I can see it in your eye, you ain’t violent
I swear to God I’ll love to fight him
Can’t leave his block, so I’ll fight him in Ladbroke and leave him to Stevo when I unalive him
Mya Mills fu*ked half of London, you wifed it (Yuck)
So did Tennessee but you still wifed it (Yuck)
You dissed me to promote your new music, you must need clout off me ’cause that’s what Nines did
Ask your mate Huncho if I’m on violence
I was on my own when I on sight him
I ran up on him and like five of his bredrins ’cause what’s six wet Grove man to a Viking?
Listen, I’ll put the footage out if you deny it
So behave yourself, Micah, be quiet
You chased clout then clout chased you
I’ll turn the biggest mouths in the UK silent

Yo, I got a phone call from A (Abdi)
When ZK got ZK’d in his face
I was in LA with Vlad and BA in the Highlight Rooms with machine gun on waist
Then we’re rolling in East with machines in my whip
Man, I’m old school, I’ve been in the streets since a kid
You looked up to Nicki Minaj as a yute
And I looked up to Dave on the (??)
As a kid I was homeless and living in hostels
Right in a manor next door to a brothel
I heard you said Zero Ls got no shells
I got a shotty with a barrel as big as your nostrils

When I was 13, I was out stealing whips
When I was 14, I was running in cribs
When I was 16, I was stamping on sniff
And I was breaking down boxes of bud into bits
When we was growing up, we didn’t have a thing
And our Dad couldn’t help us because he was skint
S*it weren’t put on a plate like Rack, how could it?, we barely had food in the fridge
Blud, it weren’t easy being white where I lived
I used to get tested because of my skin
We only bought guns ’cause the bullies had guns
Before that we was breaking mans face with our fists
Listen, I’ve been through hell and back and I survived it
Your life ain’t been as hard as mine’s been
I’m a grown man but I’ll roll back and I’ll take a picture on your block ‘cah we can all be childish

30 and Cripping in London, that’s childish
You’re embarrassing, the Yanks ain’t buying it
I won’t say ‘Fu*k Grove,’ but you said that yourself when the Bush man had you on the camera, frightened
Blud, I’m too old for this beef online s*it
That’s why they dissing me and I ain’t been replying
But Rhys mate, you let down the whole fu*king culture, when Tennessee left you for a neeky white kid (Woii woii)
When I went jail, I put work in
When you went jail, you start twerking
Go do a Snow Stream go ask Avalanche, he seen me fight killers in The Ville and get worksy
Voluntary bang-up, yo Digga, that’s neeky
I ain’t gotta tell the road you rid VP
The screw that protected you when got stabbed up, already just put you on blast on TV

So why do these yutes always talk like they’re on me?
We ain’t got no beef like the burgers in Johnny’s
You said “Fu*k Johnny” and Johnny’s your brother
You snake you ain’t got a low bone in your body
Ask Potter Payper, he’ll tell you I’m mad man
It was me Potter, Angus and Mad Max
We hit that lick and left the crime scene taped off
I really get busy and Potter can vouch that
You’re English, please, why you acting Jamaican?
We Call little begs like you a Jafaken
When you was in yard, man shot up your whip
And you ain’t been back ‘cah you’re scared for your safety
Russ and the guys nearly got you at Tape
Mashallah, you had a lucky escape
You jumped on the ‘Gram and start @’ing the Jakes
Now half’s of the Mozarts’ locked in the cage
Blud I linked Fredo in studio in East
He had the same “Shh” as me
Dunno why these rappers keep mentioning me, I’m a business man, I ain’t got no beef
Then we got the drop on where TY sleeps
Was outside Crocodile Dundee’s for weeks
Didn’t see him once, must’ve been overseas
Head-locking crocodiles and jumping out trees
And if you carry on, I’ma pull up on Colin
Like Jooka at the EGA office
Colin try tell me that he wasn’t involved but when they drop disses, he eats all the profits
Yo, I thought EGA’s an all black label?
Well, that’s what you say to bring rappers to the table
The white man you work for was whiter than me
And that white girl Charley’s playing with your anal

Digga’s getting older, now he’s feeling like me
Wants to sign out and live his life in peace
But you fu*ked with my retirement and I’m fu*king up yours
Imma make sure you never leave the streets like me
Rack5 got a 30, he’s a goner now
It’s been a month and he’s already been forgotten ’bout
S*it’s ironic, ’cause Taze got Lippy, then Lippy got Taze in a ring and knocked him out

Now, on a real, Rhys let me chat to you
Stop dissing me, I’ll stop @’ing you
Stop tryna be the hardest in Britain
Leave that to Big Stacks ’cause that ain’t what gangster do
OG, I been about since Channel U
I’m a legend in the streets, you’re just a rapper yute
I’m a trapper turned rapper, you’re a rapper turned trapper
Heard they nicked you in Lincoln with a pack or two
You got nicked with that trap boy starter pack
You should start to making raps and those Yardie tracks
Leave that Dope Boy s*it to the real Dope Boys in west, big up Bizzy he’s in charge of that
Stop gassing up the yutes with your raps please
Talk street, but you wasn’t in them that deep
You lived off Teerose name and his works and when he died, you didn’t do s*it for his family

DigDat’s doing 30 years ’cause of you, Digga
The police want Fredo cause of you, Digga
The judge gave the Mozart 120 plus years, that’s all because of you, Digga
That’s nearly 200 years ’cause of you, Digga
All them black boys in jail ’cause of you, Digga
You can’t blame this one on a white man, that’s a lot of black lives ruined cuz of you, Digga
This ain’t a diss record it’s the truth, Digga
How many yutes have you groomed Digga?
Rack5 was a good yute before he got groomed by you, he’s doing life cuz of you, Digga
All your opps are in jail cuz of you, Digga
There’s sutting very dodgy about you, Digga
And our community’s got a lot of problems and one of the biggest is the likes of you, Digga
Stop poisoning the yutes with your tunes, Digga
Stop pushing gang culture on the yutes, Digga
Keep dissing dead people in your tunes, Digga
Hells got a seat waiting for you, Digga
I’m white but I’m blacker than you, Digga
I’ve helped more black people than you, Digga
Ask the brothers they’ll tell you that’s true, Digga
You reply imma drop Part 2, Digga