Artist: Lady Leshurr
Album:  F64 (S)
Song:   F64
Typed by: AZ Lyrics

I put my heart in the beat
A lot of MCs wanna target my dreams
But they can't because their bars are garbage and weak
And they're not anywhere near hard as half of a seat
D-Dem man are air
But still I can't even breath
Fulfil my bars in a speech
I feel like Martin Luther
I star the future because I'm just dream
Ready to get slept on they love to lie
Only do it where your beds been crept on
I've lost my mind
Head gone ain't got the time
I watch my own hand
Trust I'm Always on one
I got no work
Leave them amazed
Now they got no words
Watch them birds tweet
They say I'm sick
Mi nah need no doc no nurse
And me shape and dem gyal ah got no curves
Better get to the gym coz I'm destined to win
If they wanna bar fight then I'm next in the ring
I'ma murder the beat
Threat I'ma kill when I get to the field
With the farm with the sheep
I'm a leader I rather stop to defeat
I'm a Sargent for the army
March and compete
I'm a boss fully recharge my artillery
I'ma charge to ya team
Every mic I'm on
Gets beat kinda like Michael's song
I flex with the best now find a spot
I swoop down like an eagle Lyle and Scott
And everybody thinks they're animals
But I am the shark
Make sure your head straight or I'll iron the top
It weren't hard to get their ears
I just get my Mike Tyson on
Get it
Or maybe your brains slow
You're way behind
A hole
If a MC wants it then they can get it in the mornin
Something like J Cole
I told the haters
They know to stay low
I'ma have to take them out
No date show
I'm over their heads rainbow
So just lighten up
Cake soap
Learner
Teacher
If you wanna murk I'm a burn a
Heater
Take em off the mic
Don't let me turn em to Ike
I'm a haffi Turner to Tina
Make them spin round like a ballerina
Leave em leanin tower of Pisa
Some gyal are like half similies
So gimme a intro like the start of da beat
Like
Dum dum dumdumdum dum dum
Dum dum dumdumdum hahahaha
You must be dumb dumbdumbdumb
Eat up the beat like namnam nam namnam nam nam
I am the don don don don
From Brum
I'm not from London don don don don
Man down bruk up rapom pom pom pom pom
Gyal ah act Ashley Young Young Young Young Young
They act too much Fabregas
Used to be so much Gascoine
I aim for my goals and achieve
Coz I'm upfront strike any gyal with a match
I'm heading to my destination and that's final
I make the crowd jump like a scratched vinyl
They're gonna know that I am back spinal
Its gonna get Messi ask Lionel
But its not as fun
This games like a race that I've already finished
So I'ma keep runnin it
Forrest Gump
They will get spun like sonic does
I'ma school you college pucks
You can see I stand out like porridge lumps
You keep sayin that you all for the success
Deep down if you really want it come
And I know some Youtube comments are gonna say
Get to the kitchen and make me a sandwich
Who do you think I am Gordan Ramsey
You will get dressed Maxi
You must be drunk stop pourin Brandy
You said you came with ya dogs
Better off callin Lassie
Or keep your mouth shut like the doors of a taxi
You got too much lip Jay-Z
And his album I bought
Some gyal act way to vain
Runnin up clap like a round of applause
Clap clap clap
Left em in a state but you don't count as a broad
Ha ha
SBTV the entrepreneur