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In, OutAJ Tracey

Released: August 30, 2014

Featuring: Big Zuu

Songwriter: AJ Tracey

[Intro: Nas - One Love]
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines
Selling, selling, selling drugs on the dime
Hanging out with young thugs that all carry nines

[Verse 1: Big Zuu]
I'm fresh out, man your bars they are deadout
Drawing with a pencil only time you get your lead out
If it weren't for your nine, could you be on it, would you step out?
Sitting watching darkness is the only time they step up
See, bruddas want beef only so they get their rep up
Bun that, I'm tryna live and tryna get my bread up
Loafs in the air, that's when your chick's leg up
You like to spread them, it's like you ain't on pressing
Cah you like to eat salty like it's cake from a wedding
You see the lyrics are a weapon
Getting onto brothers, only focus is the repping
You should represent your family and broskis
Even vegetarian know in this they want no beef
You talking like you load up them guns
Are you wearing dentures man, the way you got no teeth
Got man rooting, yeah they're like 'Go Z!'

[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
Look, 4-5th spitter, I'm a killer with the rhymes
Surrounded by the darkness like I'm working in the mines
Mandem wanna stop it but I'm still up on my grind
Got the Burberry white cah I keep up with the times
And when there's mandem on my lane, I never turn away
Opps see us driving through the strip like 'Who on Earth are they?'
And when I'm grinding I don't do it for creps
They were screwing signed artists, they'll be screwing me next
And when I spit, I always go and mash up the decks
Got my squarelink sending, I'll be popping the cheques
And fam you say you're trapping but you're looking a mess
Don't be screwing me fool, that's just asking for stress
And I could cop a carti but I'm living in the flat
You man are dry-snitching giving info on your cats
Penthouse apartments with the gyal pon deck
They don't wanna shubba-shubba so she give me the neck

[Verse 3: Big Zuu]
Ayo I kill it when I'm waved, fling it in the grave
The way I hit the beat it's like I'm setting pace
On a chick that wants to sleep inside my bed for days
But she gotta be danker than the Lemon Haze
And by God, it ain't easy
Women sleazy, they deal with man that are greazy
And then get vex when they see girls on your BB
But your Insta bio says you're hella freaky
That's why the man you got on WhatsApp are needy
Handing in their CV cah they wanna see V
That's a ... for you bruddas who don't clock that
[?] bunch of powder, faeces
It's like when man do good you wanna mock me
But when man do bad you wanna repeat
See they talk about war like you're Afghan
But have only seen straps on the TV

[Verse 4: AJ Tracey]
And my block's like a fortress
Nines in my team but my squad ain't repping North West
Take your work, I'm moving tight like a sports-dress
Tell my akhi brother, tell him 'Fly out with some more cess'
But there's more stress, [?]
The chick tried a bookie ting and got a floor check
With a couple gally man and they're due to press
There's snakes all up in my hair like Medusa's head
My shooter, we just call him JD cah he Air Max
Working out in the trizzy, we got bare packs
No fabrication fam, we giving bare facts
Lick a brudda down, leave him kipping like a Snorlax
You living bummy but you're talking 'bout the raw packs
Trueys with the paint-splatter, you can't afford that
I get my entertainment laughing with a bored cat
With Kurt skrring in the whip, I tell him 'Floor that'

AJ Tracey

AJ Tracey is a British rapper and grime MC. His dad’s a former rapper from Trinidad, and his mum is a Welsh former drum and bass DJ. Based in Ladbroke Grove, West London (although he was raised in the south just like FT and true say, his dad lived in Tottenham), AJ started making waves in the pirate radio scene in 2014, although his songs under the name Looney date back to 2011.

Speaking to GRM about his stage name, AJ

Basically when I used to shot, I couldn’t give my real name. I used to wear loads of Armani, so I called myself AJ. The Tracey comes from this guy called Stacey in my ends. Everyone used to be/is scared of him so I thought, if a man has a girl’s name and he’s still scaring people, the maybe I should try doing it so I can be THAT guy.

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