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Overdose off the ovationMake a stand for the whole nationDressing room like the Old Bailey101 dargs and they ain't dalmatiansKnock you down, take your money like a donationBut why they think that was the morals we was all raised with?Screwface can't save facesThey only saving gracesAt least it was saving papersBut there ain't no safe havenIf they can spray paint "Nigga" on Lebron James cribThat means a black card ain't shit when that's the shade your face isSo basically, we're Kunta Kinte's in some Cuban linksThe Balenciaga's didn't blend us inWe're here now, word to God's GiftThey shoulda never let us in the game thenAnd know I'll back my brothers to my last breathThey left Hennessy on the pavementEver see me on the pavement? Face on the floor, would you help a brother changes?Circumstances hurt the hardest, ballers never made itBlack pitch famousSo east side like Mr fucking ApexYou were never school me if I scoop up something famousAnd you won't catch me with Julie and the vadersThe real made us, man don't worry 'bout no paigonsIf you ain't got above 80, don't worry what my rate isYou ain't fucking got the faintestMandem show off just to show the mandem they can make itComing from the city where the slipperiest of snakes liveA village has to raise theseYoung kings and queens to believe their greatnessFed up of police stationsId parading 'cause will I be mistakenJust 'cause I lead the stationWhile we slide, paedo's rapingBig man like youBroke's in a big boy black suit and a gangster platoonWhat's a man supposed to do?We have complained to the police about police and nothing's been doneWe have complained to judges about judges and nothing's been doneNow it's time to do something ourselvesIn love and warAll is fair where I'm fromThe weak won't lastA week in shoes like our onesWhen it rains it poursHoodies all summer'Cause teardrops from the skyOnly seem to fall on you and IUsed to do weights for IngridWafer-thin envelope with eighty quids inI paid my dues now pay me plentyAnd me and Hollow on the phone talkin'So trade a verse, limited taxNo way to swerve, too legitThat's chrome paper berks crib, thanksNo wasted, burnt energies, factsNo haters, serve enemies, ratsGo chase cursed, devil rimmed crackCocaine, the turf penalties flatOld names, that's curb legendary rushNo chain but shirt still a (?)No game other than chivalry snapsNo faces, birds and the bees mask(?) Infancy, sadThose days concerned sisters be trapsMost days absurd, bigotry, blackNo days off, work literally, rapsNo way, that's verse libertyShoebox memoriesReebok workouts and dungareesWe used to dream 'bout the most frivolous of thingsTil we bought the most ridiculous of ringsNow we're just tryna keep our bretheren's out the binSide talk, everyone's a guy until a guy walks inLouder, crabs in the barrel and survival tingWe could all go clear (?) Musical cheerThere's enough seats for everybody mate'Til then, we can't reach nowhere,TrustLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind | Door: Blue May, Duke Reid, Jodi Milliner, Kane Robinson, Miguel Collins | Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics
Meld fouten in de songtekst
Kies je instrument
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Songteksten beta
Refrein
Intro
Overdose off the ovation
Couplet
Make a stand for the whole nation
Dressing room like the Old Bailey
101 dargs and they ain't dalmatians
Knock you down, take your money like a donation
But why they think that was the morals we was all raised with?
Screwface can't save faces
They only saving graces
At least it was saving papers
But there ain't no safe haven
If they can spray paint "Nigga" on Lebron James crib
That means a black card ain't shit when that's the shade your face is
So basically, we're Kunta Kinte's in some Cuban links
The Balenciaga's didn't blend us in
We're here now, word to God's Gift
They shoulda never let us in the game then
And know I'll back my brothers to my last breath
They left Hennessy on the pavement
Ever see me on the pavement? Face on the floor, would you help a brother changes?
Circumstances hurt the hardest, ballers never made it
Black pitch famous
So east side like Mr fucking Apex
You were never school me if I scoop up something famous
And you won't catch me with Julie and the vaders
The real made us, man don't worry 'bout no paigons
If you ain't got above 80, don't worry what my rate is
You ain't fucking got the faintest
Mandem show off just to show the mandem they can make it
Coming from the city where the slipperiest of snakes live
A village has to raise these
Young kings and queens to believe their greatness
Fed up of police stations
Id parading 'cause will I be mistaken
Just 'cause I lead the station
While we slide, paedo's raping
Big man like you
Broke's in a big boy black suit and a gangster platoon
What's a man supposed to do?
We have complained to the police about police and nothing's been done
We have complained to judges about judges and nothing's been done
Now it's time to do something ourselves
In love and war
Refrein
All is fair where I'm from
The weak won't last
A week in shoes like our ones
When it rains it pours
Hoodies all summer
'Cause teardrops from the sky
Only seem to fall on you and I
Used to do weights for Ingrid
Couplet
Wafer-thin envelope with eighty quids in
I paid my dues now pay me plenty
And me and Hollow on the phone talkin'
So trade a verse, limited tax
No way to swerve, too legit
That's chrome paper berks crib, thanks
No wasted, burnt energies, facts
No haters, serve enemies, rats
Go chase cursed, devil rimmed crack
Cocaine, the turf penalties flat
Old names, that's curb legendary rush
No chain but shirt still a (?)
No game other than chivalry snaps
No faces, birds and the bees mask
(?) Infancy, sad
Those days concerned sisters be traps
Most days absurd, bigotry, black
No days off, work literally, raps
No way, that's verse liberty
Shoebox memories
Reebok workouts and dungarees
We used to dream 'bout the most frivolous of things
Til we bought the most ridiculous of rings
Now we're just tryna keep our bretheren's out the bin
Side talk, everyone's a guy until a guy walks in
Louder, crabs in the barrel and survival ting
We could all go clear (?) Musical cheer
There's enough seats for everybody mate
Instrumentaal
'Til then, we can't reach nowhere,
Trust
Outro
Door: Blue May, Duke Reid, Jodi Milliner, Kane Robinson, Miguel Collins · Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind · Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
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