All I know is run it up, till my legs are heavy
Still rep for the set, I do sets of 20
Big banks and a butcher like I stepped with Benny
I'm tryna leave that boy drippin' like he dressed with Bemi
My cracks yellow, buj brown like Carl and Lenny
I'm a real outlaw like Edward Kelly
Bro knifed up his celly so they sent him swelly
I showed him how to charge his Anko on his crystal telly
I'm a legend in the pitch like R9 and Pele
East London gangbanging like the 'Raq or LA
I put coke in a pot like pasta penne
And this ammonia stinks but it's worth the headache
Round here you get dipped like Turkish mezze
That's loads of bread, and I made sure the bros was fed
Louis down in the trenches, I'm overdressed
'Cause I was broke, I was so depressed
I know these pussies wanna kill me, so you know the rest
I buy hire poles and spinners and we're known to step
That's neck, chest, back, that's solar plex
Ot I got 'em queuing up in rows of 10
I got about 10 plugs that've thrown me 10
I'm a rudeboy, cockney like the old East End
All gold, but the face in my Rolly's red
Like a fat white man tryna hold his breath
Every night I have a dream you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
I swear this life that I'm livin' in's so grotesque
I gotta learn from my mistakes like I don't know best
I pray it don't go left, I know they're preeing
Any time we're puttin' down hammers and when we're re-ing
And I got opps on birds that need freeing
And I got bros as well, they need freeing
Squeeze till I got nothin' left like Ian
Carpe diem, really can't wait to see 'em
I'm super OT, that means I grind European
I'm in a tracksuit in a 8 figure meeting
Your brother ain't your brother if he's someone you compete with
How your links Cuban when really your the weakest
If you tell me somethin' then I'm never gon' repeat it
These rappers are my nephews, sons, I mean nieces
It's a sad story like Franklin and Peaches
So I'ma keep my Nina and show you what beef is
Shit, ahh
Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
Screams show me love, can you show me sense?
Please show me love, can you show me sense?
Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
Screams show me love, can you show me sense?
Please show me love, can you show me sense?
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All I know is run it up, till my legs are heavy
Still rep for the set, I do sets of 20
Big banks and a butcher like I stepped with Benny
I'm tryna leave that boy drippin' like he dressed with Bemi
My cracks yellow, buj brown like Carl and Lenny
I'm a real outlaw like Edward Kelly
Bro knifed up his celly so they sent him swelly
I showed him how to charge his Anko on his crystal telly
I'm a legend in the pitch like R9 and Pele
East London gangbanging like the 'Raq or LA
I put coke in a pot like pasta penne
And this ammonia stinks but it's worth the headache
Round here you get dipped like Turkish mezze
That's loads of bread, and I made sure the bros was fed
Louis down in the trenches, I'm overdressed
'Cause I was broke, I was so depressed
I know these pussies wanna kill me, so you know the rest
I buy hire poles and spinners and we're known to step
That's neck, chest, back, that's solar plex
Ot I got 'em queuing up in rows of 10
I got about 10 plugs that've thrown me 10
I'm a rudeboy, cockney like the old East End
All gold, but the face in my Rolly's red
Like a fat white man tryna hold his breath
Every night I have a dream you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
I swear this life that I'm livin' in's so grotesque
I gotta learn from my mistakes like I don't know best
I pray it don't go left, I know they're preeing
Any time we're puttin' down hammers and when we're re-ing
And I got opps on birds that need freeing
And I got bros as well, they need freeing
Squeeze till I got nothin' left like Ian
Carpe diem, really can't wait to see 'em
I'm super OT, that means I grind European
I'm in a tracksuit in a 8 figure meeting
Your brother ain't your brother if he's someone you compete with
How your links Cuban when really your the weakest
If you tell me somethin' then I'm never gon' repeat it
These rappers are my nephews, sons, I mean nieces
It's a sad story like Franklin and Peaches
So I'ma keep my Nina and show you what beef is
Shit, ahh
Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
Screams show me love, can you show me sense?
Please show me love, can you show me sense?
Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
Screams show me love, can you show me sense?
Please show me love, can you show me sense?
Still rep for the set, I do sets of 20
Big banks and a butcher like I stepped with Benny
I'm tryna leave that boy drippin' like he dressed with Bemi
My cracks yellow, buj brown like Carl and Lenny
I'm a real outlaw like Edward Kelly
Bro knifed up his celly so they sent him swelly
I showed him how to charge his Anko on his crystal telly
I'm a legend in the pitch like R9 and Pele
East London gangbanging like the 'Raq or LA
I put coke in a pot like pasta penne
And this ammonia stinks but it's worth the headache
Round here you get dipped like Turkish mezze
That's loads of bread, and I made sure the bros was fed
Louis down in the trenches, I'm overdressed
'Cause I was broke, I was so depressed
I know these pussies wanna kill me, so you know the rest
I buy hire poles and spinners and we're known to step
That's neck, chest, back, that's solar plex
Ot I got 'em queuing up in rows of 10
I got about 10 plugs that've thrown me 10
I'm a rudeboy, cockney like the old East End
All gold, but the face in my Rolly's red
Like a fat white man tryna hold his breath
Every night I have a dream you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
I swear this life that I'm livin' in's so grotesque
I gotta learn from my mistakes like I don't know best
I pray it don't go left, I know they're preeing
Any time we're puttin' down hammers and when we're re-ing
And I got opps on birds that need freeing
And I got bros as well, they need freeing
Squeeze till I got nothin' left like Ian
Carpe diem, really can't wait to see 'em
I'm super OT, that means I grind European
I'm in a tracksuit in a 8 figure meeting
Your brother ain't your brother if he's someone you compete with
How your links Cuban when really your the weakest
If you tell me somethin' then I'm never gon' repeat it
These rappers are my nephews, sons, I mean nieces
It's a sad story like Franklin and Peaches
So I'ma keep my Nina and show you what beef is
Shit, ahh
Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
Screams show me love, can you show me sense?
Please show me love, can you show me sense?
Every night I have a dream, you was right here wi' me
Then I wake up cryin' cuh my homie's dead
Screams show me love, can you show me sense?
Please show me love, can you show me sense?
Writer: Jamel Bousbaa
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group