[Intro: Dappy]
I'm likin' this one, yeah
Are you listenin'?
Duku yourself
Na na nai
[Verse 1: Dappy]
Yo, I remember when we used to shot crack in pairs
I had to clamp my spot under them Sainsbury's stairs (Yeah)
Livin' on our pedal bikes, we didn't fuckin' care
We'd always roll up on the buses without payin' the fares (Na na)
If you're splashin' eight bills in a Z (What?)
And you ain't comin' back with more than two bags
Motherfucker, that means (That means), you ain't got a hustlin' head (No)
So that means you'd probably do anythin' for a cheque (Pussy)
Who knows, talk to the feds about the rest
You can hush that beat (Beat)
'Cause there's never been snitches in my nest
Up to this day, I still get stop and searched
And I still give the wrong name and address, yes (Yes)
Back then, I'd be out the house by ten
And if I were to come back, my mum would never know when
Instead of doin' somethin' good with my life
I was out feelin' untouchable, tryna rock grown men (Bop)
I dunno how he's done it, but my lawyer is a G for keepin' me outta pen' (Ha)
If it weren't for him and my pops, I'd be lookin' at a ten
We all used to shot food, but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends (Yeah)
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
Something's we wouldn't do and that was shot to man's mum
But I would jam up at the crack house, all night long
Seein' man ODin' on the needle and the needle and the bone
When the mornin' used to come, I’d smell mingin'
The weather was always fucked, my line never stopped ringin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anythin'
There weren't nothin' we weren't slingin'
Look at me now, I'm singin', and my little son's grinnin'
Mum's gotta skits out when she sees her new yard and kitchen
The C needs coachin'
Put your album out the same day as us and we'll see who's roastin'
I'm likin' this one, yeah
Are you listenin'?
Duku yourself
Na na nai
[Verse 1: Dappy]
Yo, I remember when we used to shot crack in pairs
I had to clamp my spot under them Sainsbury's stairs (Yeah)
Livin' on our pedal bikes, we didn't fuckin' care
We'd always roll up on the buses without payin' the fares (Na na)
If you're splashin' eight bills in a Z (What?)
And you ain't comin' back with more than two bags
Motherfucker, that means (That means), you ain't got a hustlin' head (No)
So that means you'd probably do anythin' for a cheque (Pussy)
Who knows, talk to the feds about the rest
You can hush that beat (Beat)
'Cause there's never been snitches in my nest
Up to this day, I still get stop and searched
And I still give the wrong name and address, yes (Yes)
Back then, I'd be out the house by ten
And if I were to come back, my mum would never know when
Instead of doin' somethin' good with my life
I was out feelin' untouchable, tryna rock grown men (Bop)
I dunno how he's done it, but my lawyer is a G for keepin' me outta pen' (Ha)
If it weren't for him and my pops, I'd be lookin' at a ten
We all used to shot food, but it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends (Yeah)
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
Something's we wouldn't do and that was shot to man's mum
But I would jam up at the crack house, all night long
Seein' man ODin' on the needle and the needle and the bone
When the mornin' used to come, I’d smell mingin'
The weather was always fucked, my line never stopped ringin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anythin'
There weren't nothin' we weren't slingin'
Look at me now, I'm singin', and my little son's grinnin'
Mum's gotta skits out when she sees her new yard and kitchen
The C needs coachin'
Put your album out the same day as us and we'll see who's roastin'
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