A Roadman's Hymn
(专辑: Made In The Manor - 2016)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Over this east side, yeah, that's the
settings Work all day just for toast and spaghetti Kids outside on road BMXing And see drug dealers roll up So who they wanna be like? Chaps chain gold Avirex jacket and a
GTI Golf Brown skin beauty and a
pocket full of dough And a
presidential Roley frozen So please don't ever act like you know man If you ain't from round here, we don't spot no hand Wonder why we worship cars and clothes, man We don't own land so we're stuck in no man's And gangsters are like superheroes to us More chance of being them than a
lawyer or doc Idris lived one road away, what's the
odds? That's two black youts going straight to the
top Still repping that east side, fuck your perception First class and five stars, hood up for breakfast Claridge's for tea, don't be disrespect it A
hymn for the
streets, let the
hood niggas sing it like Take off Watch the
mandem aim for the
top Champagne for the
pain and Cîroc Gotta keep a
roadman safe on that block All night we dream of that life All night we prepped for this fight And to my dargs that hold me down More life, more life [Hook:] Please free the
mandem that's locked up I
ain't saying that they never fucked up But where is forgiveness? Please free the
mandem that's locked up I
ain't saying that they never fucked up But where is forgiveness? I
remember when Bruno had the
Punto and Munar had the
Civic Had to twang a
bouncer to get in when I
was spitting Always had the
vision that one day it would be different Nas told a
brother it was written Champagne sipping, pan fry two fishes Used to go Yankees for £1 chicken Youts see me on road and feel uplifted Yeah, I'm still about these English lyrics, blud, I
live it I
see 'nough man get caught up in the
system Yet mandem sell drugs but mandem know business The
man that steals cars, that man there could fix it If I
didn't spit bars, could be behind them in the
prison Tell a
kid he won't be shit, he won't be shit I
tell a
kid like Will told me, "You'll make Ps, kid." And when that cheque came, I
was with Smithy up in Camden Then we popped champagne with my mumzy in East Ham Fuck about, we're celebrating Take off Watch the
mandem aim for the
top Champagne for the
pain and Cîroc Gotta keep a
roadman safe on that block All night we dream of that life All night we prepped for this fight And to my dargs that hold me down More life, more life [Hook:] Please free the
mandem that's locked up I
ain't saying that they never fucked up But where is forgiveness? Please free the
mandem that's locked up I
ain't saying that they never fucked up But where is forgiveness? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh It's on top right now Cause I
got my whole city turned up right now Champagne for the
pain and Cîroc right now The
mandem are way up right now, stay up right now Smithy looks about 300k up right now The
smile on the
kids says it's blatant right now [?]'s doing amazing right now You know that means some motherfuckers hating right now Gotta stop the
sharking and the
snaking right now A
hymn for the
streets, niggas praying right now Can I
get a
amen right now? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh