Lyrics 

AMANN: 

Making my fucking peas 
not by selling the cheese 
working outside feeling the breeze 
don’t get money from plants or trees out in the 

cold I hope I don’t freeze
 when I get that food it comes in threes
you know I’ve been stacking my bread 
not biking up and down the strip 

so you know I don’t sweat 
been down never been  in debt 
better than you might as well bet 
you know I’ll be rich getting on the jet 

flying to Madrid
Chilling with people on the Teldo bridge
hatters will admit 
when I feel this dream gonna commit 

no suicide 
with the bands in my hand I’ll be satisfied 
people call me certified 
my money be getting multiplied 

Just wanna reach the top and that is the max 
just Like Man United 
gonna be winning a title 
Cos no one’s in the way 

I Don’t have a rival 
Always winning in the final 
And that’s the fucking truth 
I’ll be rapping in the  booth 


BWINKZ:


Making the p and I’m making the proff 
In this industry u c the haters a lot 
Many man out here just gone lost the plot 
Cuz they do if for years but never got a shot to be famous 
look at me, I’m not a person I’m greatness   I apologise no need to act heinous 
 

no stainless steel I got gold 
walked to colly in the cold 
shit be getting old keep 
myself up with the spliff prerolled
gotta get a hold of my life make that money and I gotta provide if I open up to u in you I confide all of my skills I applied to life 

Look at me now u can say I survive in this deadly night gotta make it right with these bars I wright man fight like Mike while I ride that bike all so different but we all alike telling these stories while I Rhyme on the mic 

Making ps fast in the future but the futures what I fear 
Cuz the cost of living crisis already made things so dear reaching new levels now I gotta change the gear making number  ones now I feel like Britney Spears and the past taught me lessons that ive learned thru the years 
say good morning Britain on the tv just like piers no Morgan I got peers that would donate me their organs give back too the hood feed the familes and the orphans every body’s gets a portion and if I step in pen I be treated like the warden and if a man start I’ll hit him with a post no mortem gone heard nuff of that talking I’m walking stop calling ur borin

Making The P’s (Ft. Bwinks) (Mix @AMANN) [Prod. Hitemblock]

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