Corrección Letra I'm A General par Newham Generals

Featuring(s) : Esco 'Big' Bars

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[Esco]
I called my mixtape Bars 2 Bricks
Cause for long, I've been going hard
Not necessarily grinding the strip
Could be when I'm spitting these bars
I take any hustle to its full stretch
That's why you struggle to stay in my class
I'm a general, they just about made you a sarge
Bet you couldn't blow this fast
General, they just about made you a sarge
General, they just about made you a sarge
General, they just about made you a sarge
Bet you couldn't blow this fast
I'm a general, they just about made you a sarge
General, they just about made you a sarge
General, they just about made you a sarge
Bet you couldn't blow this fast

[Footsie]
Look, they're not generals like man
I don't care if none of them like man
I do my ting on the road, no hype, fam
They can't do it like I can
I've got beats, I've got food
I've got soldiers ready to move
Always ready to win, no losing
This is the path I'm choosing, music
But if you push me over the edge
I'll go nuts and lose it
I'll start skitzing out, hold tight Skitz on the buttons
I heard Esco on the hook and started skitzing out
Put the pen to the paper
Started rinsing out
I'll show you what a gen's about
Stop, stand, salute when the gen's about

[D Double E]
Generally speaking
Close your mout when we're generally speaking
Don't let me catch an enemy when he's sleeping
Take everyting, everyting, I'm keeping
All of your food and P, I'm eating
You'll get left with your headtop leaking
Before you can get to the leng that you're reaching for
Man'll kick out the door
Into a whip that nobody saw
I've got your P, leng and goodies
Man are all fully blacked-out in hoodies
Parked up and we're smoking zoogies
Thinking "could he survive that? Could he?"
Nah, we're just having a laugh
Split this ting, let me get my half
Everyone gets P, all my staff

We keep it moving
We keep it grooving
Haters keep screwing
Cause their bars ain't as exclusive
This is Slew Dem, this is Esco
You should feel this (come on)
We keep it gully, nuttin' funny
Strictly realness
We pop them tings
We shot them tings
We'll catch you slip, hop out the whip
And snatch your blind (of course we will, don't slip)
Rip through man's drive, run all in that
And tek man's tings (run up on your things)
We keep it thorough
So other boroughs in the bin (bang them doors)

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