Good afternoon everybody
It's time for some classic old music
Yo, you can't tell me shit about rap or mc
I used to do it for a laugh now I'm making money
All you motherfuckers try to raw me
But you all no the name it's TtotheZ
I will bully a riddim individually kill 'em
Every opportunity and every chance that I am given
I can make a man shiver with the flow that I
Deliver its a different kinda current when you swim in my river
I got dreams
An I aim to achieve
Visualise goals before go sleep
Then a start new day work out where I wanna be
It's cold in the streets
So I come widda the heat
An it gets bare views like am on the news I'm a
Wanted man make ya chick confused how she's sat wiv u
But she could be laid wiv me
I live up in the hills
But I came up off the street
Now Iv gotta big drive but thats because Iv got drive
The only time I used to drive is when I was out on a night
Out with the lads calculating a graft
Raggin cash out the wall
Or pullin weed from a gaff
Stickin around like Lennon and yoko
Never getting rid of me never dats a no go
Manaman moving like a boss up in the disco
Touch down light up set it off Loco
An I'm way ahead u man behind me like a slowcoach
Got the whole game box stopped in a choke hold
Yeah I got a vision see it clear like a go pro
Get the gyally bouncin up n down like pogo
This year I'm on a different wave
Crashed a ferarri last year close shave
Nearly went 6 feet deep in a grave
And the fuckin ting cost me 300k
But mans still hot still getting paid
Coz nobody never test my work rate
The next ferarris gun metal grey
With Yellow calipers 19 plate
Ah, ana man gotta Big bars all day
Ah, now I'm coming for the whole UK
Ah, they don't wan it to go my way
But haters sit back watch me slay
'Cause nobody don't spit like me no more
Always chattin about gangland war
They be like I am soldier I got a new watch
And I got bare guns bla bla bla
I just wana have fun n that
Cba wiv all guns n straps
Half a the bakas who chat about crackers
Ain't ever seen no man lettin off caps
They ain't ever packed glocks n magz
Ain't ever had to scope out arm blags
About robbin man widda S n westons
But they ain't had to wash up in petrol rags
My day one man are really sick
Most of these rappers ain't no squeezed no clips
Most of these rappers ain't had no bath where hot waters laced
With petrol and gas to clean off the shrapnel from spraying a gaff
They keep anonymous in the dark at the back
These real shottas don't do it for a laugh
These sorta man u ain't ever gonna catch
All these mcs they be hoping n praying
That tom zanettti don't get back on the mic n start spraying
Coz they know I set levels lift off super Sayan
Gimme the beat that they got I breathe that fire n slay em
Hating on status thinkin that is their way in
Eager for ma reply so they can see wot am sayin
I put them back to sleep n make em wish they had a lay in
Because I'm flowin all night barred up till the am
Baddy get me giddy giddy gyala wana see me
If they coming for mi money
Dem a gyal silly billy
Baddy get me giddy giddy gyala wana see me
If they coming for mi money
Dem a gyal silly billy
This year not about relationships, ah
This year is about making hits
This year is about stacking chips
And this year is about feeling lit
TZs a gold plated artist
Watch how the views go mad on this
One day I'll get the A list playlist
I'm gonna get the recognition one of the greatest
Me n my team we gonna get famous
No label be able to tame us
Gonna 'cause riots in raves and press
So I'm headlining shows headlining papers
An am only gonna need the heaviest agent
Who can watch me write off stages
My gang need to know straight up that
To a mad situation I ain't no stranger
Made in Leeds born off manor road
Since I was a minor been making dough
Shot a couple kegs an licked a couple grow
Had to graft everday untill the music blow
Original MC
Funky and friendly
Make ya gyally feel she be buzzin md
Make ya gyally feel she be buzzin md
