Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
SL
Stimme und Gesang
EboTheGreat
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
SL
Komponist:in
EboTheGreat
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
EboTheGreat
Produzent:in
A6ixTheProducer
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Adam Lunn
Mischtechniker:in
Peter Hewitt-Dutton
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Okay, look, look
So how they gon' talk about my name, bro?
Main road, I wasn't tryna let the blade go
She performing like a stage show
And if she with the ****, then the same goes
'Cause now and then, I have to bite my tongue
Say it's all blessed, then a boy got spun
I'm just out for the fee, no fi-fo-fum
And she be on her knees till I ki-ko-cum
Oh, yes
She can do the job, but she like progress
Blowin' hella pot's how I handle stress
Talk lots, but her angle's bent
Yeah, she talk lots, but her angle's bent
[Verse 2]
Fuck feds, we be makin' rules
I like me the sword, but the rams be a makeshift tool
Don't drop him pack, he a basic fool
Dust on a man, tried to make him stool
Feds on my back, not again
Straight go, ain't no countin' to ten
Weren't lookin' for no yak, tryna find her a friend
I was a lookin' for them cats, tryna find them an edge
But not too far, if they fall, then there's stress
And that's another problem on my head
Tryna make it to the top while you're sittin' in your bed
Why not? I ain't even gotta fly out in a sec
[Verse 3]
Look
So how they gon' talk about my name, bro?
Main road, I wasn't tryna let the blade go
She performing like a stage show
And if she with the ****, then the same goes
'Cause now and then, I have to bite my tongue
Say it's all blessed, then a boy got spun
I'm just out for the fee, no fi-fo-fum
She be on her knees till I ki-ko-cum
Oh, yes
She can do the job, but she like progress
Blowin' hella pot's how I handle stress
Talk lots, but her angle's bent
Yeah, she talk lots, but her angle's bent
[Verse 4]
Look, plug fed me the price, it had me hurtin'
We wall wanna eat, but who gon' really put the work in?
I rate my ****, see, they shoulda put the C in servin'
Feds on the block and they searchin', I'm nervous
Trapper on the block turnt to a missing person
But he ain't lost, he's in a T, closed curtains
I was on the ride, you was bowlin' a nice burn
I know you won't slide on my brother, and that's certain
[Verse 5]
Plug never gave us no corny
And all that ever led to was a robbery
Buds runnin' down my leg, I'm movin' rocky
Me in the Mondeo, something's dodgy
Was a street boy, wouldn't let the block breathe
Wanted odd keys, so we went and made the odds meet
I was on the phone to broski
Sorry, dookie, but after broke, I think he lost me
[Verse 6]
Got the pack in on a Thursday
By Friday, I'll be laughin' like it's complete
Look, got the pack in on a Thursday
By Friday, I'll be laughin' like it's complete
Written by: EboTheGreat, SL