[Intro]
Rumble Reload
Introducing to the ring, fresh out of the OMH Manor House
(SJ Beats)
Tel Money
[Chorus: Tel Money]
Shotgun doing shotguns, Tel still hop out of the ride when I spot one (Mad ting)
A problem is a problem, live and direct, tell me if you got one (Tell me, tell me)
Mask on, blacked out like Gotham
Do a man wrong you can call me a wrong'un
Hella spots and the buj still rotten
The packs goin' up North, near Scotland
Me I'm on the borderline of Tottenham, Hackney
Still got fiends on the Izzy' backstreets
Got friends that I hate and are chatty
When they got beef they need man badly
Got friends that went and turnt paigons
Young boys catch you call them dangerous
I know a poor man driving Ranges
I know a rich man shot in trainers
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[Chorus: Tel Money]
Me I'm on the borderline of Tottenham, Hackney
Still got fiends on the Izzy' backstreets
Got friends that I hate and are chatty
When they got beef they need man badly
Got friends that went and turnt paigons
Young boys catch you call them dangerous
I know a poor man driving Ranges
I know a rich man shot in trainers
[Verse: Tel Money]
Famous famous, all for the clout now
Tel Money in it for the numbers countdown
Really I used to put tracks on SoundCloud
Then I go let my hammer sing like Bawa
In my hood I bring all the mainstream
In your hood you used to be a "used to"
Still walk with the stick like Zulus, still AR rep on my Bluetooth
Been jail so much it's clear it don't work
But I'm signed to the streets like Durk
Put that auto ting on burst, I wonder if that corn did hurt (uh)
I wonder if that corn that put him into bed
Will your mandem get their revenge?
Do you put in work or sit on the fence?
Are you good with your words instead?
What've you done for the ends, for the block, for the estate?
Have you been on the ride? That's a risk take
Cheap ting for the whips or the sting ray
All for the madness, mixtape
Wanna get me down? I'm a big name
I'll turn your whole block Syria, Ukraine
Had to work ways up in the food chain, now I got links all over the UK
Chat-chat man that throw me the tops
Tell my haters, "it's Money on job?"
Criminals like Sideshow Bob, my albo take all your crop
Me in that wap like Ron and Potter, I fuck with the Turks like doner
BBL gyal give me a holla, I've really done bird this horror
I've really done bird like swallow, eagle, I scratch my head on a legal
EDS tell life is evil, I'm lucky they dropped that people
I could've turn cabbage, rottin' in the A cat
I'm thinking bout Crud from way back
You ain't real if you ain't been spraying that
Can't be back if you ain't got pay back
Hella missed calls from an unknown number
Tellin me that I sucked man's ganja
That's a day in the life of your brother
And now I'm on the road with the uh-uh (shh)
'Firm that L, big man did a stutter
Whack yard like Russia
I had all of my X in one bus, came round the block and it's smooth like butter
[Chorus: Tel Money]
Shotgun doing shotguns, Tel still hop out of the ride when I spot one (Mad ting)
A problem is a problem, live and direct, tell me if you got one (Tell me, tell me)
Mask on, blacked out like Gotham
Do a man wrong you can call me a wrong'un
Hella spots and the buj still rotten
The packs goin' up North, near Scotland
Me I'm on the borderline of Tottenham, Hackney
Still got fiends on the Izzy' backstreets
Got friends that I hate and are chatty
When they got beef they need man badly
Got friends that went and turnt paigons
Young boy's catch you call them dangerous
I know a poor man driving Range's
I know a rich man shot in trainers
[Outro]
(Rumble Reload)
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