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BDL Cypher

Big Narstie

33

Rap,Grime

Tekst piosenki
[Instrumental 1] [Verse 1: Big Narstie] Base defence league Base defence league Base defence league Defence league My flow is hard As a youth, blud, life was hard I needed P so I picked up hard Tryna be the big dog in the yard My [?] Know I'm out here, late night Brixton is New Jack City Who is afraid of the dark? I'm not and I'm waiting a bulldog bark Taking a P-A-R cause I let it for my C-A-R Rock-a-by-baby, send man's head back F-A-R Mum can't understand the pain Fam, she said my ears is hard Said if I live by the gun, I will die by the gun So it looks like I'm going out hard Something's just hard, it's a hard Shoes are hard, 4s are hard 9s are hard, bops are hard Hold tight the man that was wearing hard Baby, this didn't come just like flour Come like it's corn on the cob I pops this thing on the stick You're like "Jesus, oh my god" Know I go hard in the paint You know that I'm far from a saint Rock star music, this thing's nothing like Drake I'm on gas, not brake Came from an ends where there's piss on the floor Every penny was hard to make Water, pots and pans in raw Chopping up food on a dirty plate Now here doing all this type of fuckery Cause when I see a pearly gate Out here banging with his .38 Told man I'm on a million and nine Cadbury's man, I am telling man straight Round here you can get the Cadbury's flake If you want corn on the cob or call for your dogs, base [Verse 2: 9 Milli] I'm from North London where we scream on order Don't kick ball, do I look like a baller? Paid in full just like Rich Porter Tryna make a pound for my unborn daughter Sky! So I'm heading naughty with the nine in the Corsa Can't hustle on the corner Lines too bait for a private caller Emerton gangbanger, that's what I was Used to go school with a shank on cosh Man wanna talk all [?] Then he's gonna get wet up like he's having a wash Paid four bags for my Rolex watch You wanna chat me? I think not True, I'm a boss, people get squashed I pull my own but can let something off Filled with rage One right hook, that left him dazed Move like a snake, shall I rattle this cage? MCs hate but they don't get paid But I'm better on tunes, better in raves Better on radio, better on stage Made so many hits but I ain't been praised So I feel like I'm getting short-changed Boom bye bye like what you might say Black, white or mixed race Girls that know me all want a taste My Ghanian tings all shaking [?] And my Cuban tings, they're cooking man a steak Come this far so why would I change? Keep doing grime till my hair turns grey Nah, we ain't on the same page [Verse 3: Big Shizz] Nah, I don't want stripes I don't want hands out, I don't wanna fight Don't wanna catch your body cause you know it's on sight Blacked out ting with a bag, that's Nike Sometimes I feel like putting the pen down I feel like I don't wanna write See me out on the road on a dark night Batman in an R-series, alright Are you alright? Try speed out in a whip But the battle will damage your lights Jump on a car bonnet, window got sky But the one in the passenger seat got blind But it's still got a quick [?] cause he tried Back in the war, that weren't wise [Verse 4: Big Shizz] When I come into the dance, hope that everything's blessed When they come to the man after them, they see red Not once in my life have I ever been checked Hungry like I've never been fed Catch men at A12, full speed, [?] In a back road in a C-reg Respect the levels, back then Little Shit
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