Doller, More Fire Crew, Neeko and Ozzie B - Tek

Uh
Yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah
Let me get it, let me
Let me get it, let me get
Yeah

Buss down food with tek
My old links can't get tek
'Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill 'em with tek
On the field, I've been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They're not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain't got tek

Why you out here broke?
Got mad and I bought more-
White part, not talking yolk
I'm bespoke like I come off the boat
What? Joke
Ain't a film or soap
You fight beats and your boy just floats
Born with skill and Doller too dope
Let that soak
Ain't got a vision, nah, they ain't got a scope (yeah)
I'm allergic to broke
You ain't gotta listen, but please take note (yeah)
Practice gratitude on tenfold
Blax and Nelson gave me a rope (what?)
Blax and Nelson gave me a rope

Buss down food with tek
My old links can't get tek
'Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill 'em with tek
On the field, I've been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They're not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain't got tek

Yeah, I've got skill, got a lot of tekkers
My accuracy's up, on point like Beckham
If niggas chat shit, old school man deck 'em
Up to the time, my don, what you reckon?
Move lightspeed, you know it takes me a second
I rule my own destiny, make my own heaven
I'm about a ten, my don, you're a seven
Like a Rasta, I meditate, unblock my reverence
You know we gotta graft (gotta graft)
You know man's gotta make paper (why?)
'Cah we nah cater
For no fuckboy or a hater (boy or a hater)
Born in Britain
But my bloodline comes from Jamaica (Jamrock)
Bad B said she wan' beat
But I told her I'm not Daseca

Buss down food with tek
My old links can't get tek
'Cah I chop down gyal with tek (yeah)
On the mic and I kill 'em with tek (yeah)
On the field, I've been blessed with tek (yeah)
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They're not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain't got tek

Yo, finesse and tekkers (yeah)
Come through with the well-known steppers
If I put two hands on the weapon
It don't just rain, it peppers (mod)
Got the TEC-9 in my waistline
So you better leave like Harry or Meghan
Gang's all dressed in black like Peckham
So the desert eagle might peck 'em, tek
Flawless, impeccable tek
Multiple, I've got several tek
Eating right, I've got edible tek
Mediocre, can't level with tek
I start whipping it up, you get chef
I ain't gonna sit on the fence, I'm no ref
They can't stop us now, we're too blessed

Buss down food with tek
My old links can't get tek
'Cah I chop down gyal with tek (yeah)
On the mic and I kill 'em with tek (yeah)
On the field, I've been blessed with tek (yeah)
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They're not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain't got tek

Who's tryna say that I ain't got tek?
Pause (pause), wait one sec' (one sec')
High-grade spliff when I jump on set
No, I ain't chatting 'bout cats and dogs
When I say man are old-school vet
You already know that I don't pet
I just wanna get money and flex
Sex girls you bruddas can't get (can't get)
What did you expect?
Disrespect, no, I don't accept
Mi nuh care if ah gangster
Or Barclays bank, rudeboy, mi nuh tek no check (no check)
When you man are making threats
I ain't out here breaking sweat
True, I've got dons that'll break your neck (neck)
You already know my tek (tekkers)

Buss down food with tek
My old links can't get tek
'Cah I chop down gyal with tek
On the mic and I kill 'em with tek
On the field, I've been blessed with tek
Jailhouse man say they need a new TEC
They're not rating and still hating
Not my fault that they ain't got tek

Written by:
Casim Scott, Dorante Johnson, Kieran Hardwick, Osmond Bowes, Tony Skerritt

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