Not That Deep [Clean Remix]

[Intro: The HeavyTrackerz] (Trackerz) [Break: Stromzy] See me on the road with my bros, feds can't make man talk Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab, couple man made me walk Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick, couple man paid me short Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps, beat him up in JD Sports [Verse 1: Solo 45] Hey, same old—, in— we trust More alcohol, all— or bust Just had— sniffed off my—, but I don't even sniff I touch those that can't be touched You dream of— that I done— Check your bank balance, I know it's zero, bruv You're lucky that it ain't that deep Tell them groupies to grab their things because I'm deady ready Off-license for vodka, you know already Birds with massive—, man had hit already God down south, yeah can park off a semi So wasted, Yogi man, come and get me Tried to get home, but my legs won't let me Life's so good, man I want more Henny I told them I used to store— in my bed Tune with dill, flood the streets, Trident must still hate me The old boys had me spray cribs, and now— for nice beats I love it, you heard me I'd rather gangbang than beat 45, Boy Better Know bruv [Break: Stormzy] Can't lie, it's been a good year for the kid Your postcode don't make you a gangster You're not bad, your area is [Verse 2: Big Narstie] Base I tried to ride my wave I tried to hold my meds Needed the food, told my G I'm hungry ledge, come we go Greggs? Order the food two sausage rolls and a steak bake, sausage and beans what's next? Wanted a sandwich but this fat— tried tell man that she ain't got no bread Get me mad, autogas —up everyone in Greggs Kick 'em with the doughnuts and the yum yums Nothing in this shop is blessed Yeah I'm from South but mandem know I'm mad in my Birmingham head This boy's flow, woah, that is totally effed Dem man are bread, baguettes, I'm a bloomer Haven't these mandem know this yet? Nanu nanu, Mork and Mindy, way up there Sci-fi, like Babylon 5, man know that I— on guys Beam me up Scotty, down here's dead, they ain't got no more vibe [Break: Stormzy] Spliff in the club, what d'you mean I can't smoke? Drink in my cup, what d'you mean I can't cope? Bun down the dance then I send man home You can check my bros [Verse 3: P Money] Yo, see me on the road with my bros Feds couldn’t make me chat Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab Man never gave me jack Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick And man never paid me back Caught him in East, he was tryna cop something cheap Beat him up in TK Maxx Mess with the fam, I'll go jail for my brother like I'm Scofield You better change that tone still Pulling out tools, this is a real ting, this is no drill Real ting, this is no drill One girl said "why don't you work with artists?" That brudda there's got no jewels Someone tell him, this is only healthy bredding —, I'mma do it like wholemeal, shut ya mout Because your team's wack Couldn't even get me on a loan deal Man are like fam, P, man that bread line's mad I just got it, that's cold still, can't tell me jack Stab who in the back? Get the blood and your flow spilled, man don't wanna clash Man wanna go back to back, four wheels on a man, that's roadkill, mad [Break: Stormzy] Mad, man can't text me again Tryna make dark skin sexy again It's mad, man can't text me again Tryna make dark skin [Verse 4: Jme] When I write bars, I'm like an OG in jail cause man start panic when I buss out the pen Me and P still here, you left then came back fam, you'll duss out again Violations, not today rude girl, fall back, go— out your friend You just tested the leng, serious, please don't vex me again Mad, everybody thinks they're bad, trigger fingers on YouTube and that When man used to wear them Fisher Price skates Is the only time that you roll with a strap, sad Mandem gone mad, I'm not on this designer fad Won't see me spend a bag on their LV bag Won't spend a bag on their MCM bag Fam, if you've got beef with the man, back it up, don't just talk, Ps in the bank Make sure you are the Dan at stacking up paper or you will need a plan Do not listen to man that's wrapping up more of them scores, he don't understand If he thinks he's nang, man will slap him up for them thoughts Blam! [Chorus: Stormzy] Walk in the rave with a smile on my face Yeah man I got a few racks on me Worm came through, don't ask what you pay Tell man straight that— not cheap Light up my set then I'm out of the rave Waiting around, nah that's not me I got caught in the club with a— Tell my girl that it's not that deep It's not that deep