Lyrics
Woo ye-ah
It's getting cold in the S.H.A.D.E
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, UK)
(Argh! Woah...)
6ft under permanent bed
Let's be real I'm laid to rest
Changed man, minimum wage, man get a new payload
I get the bag and I'm doing it everyday
I'm cold, baby I know, just a product of my own head
Same vibe, different day, going through it
Carry baggage round my neck
I'm in my bag and I'm bringing it back
Feel like I'm going to war
Feel like an eyesore but I know your woman adores
Ice round my neck like Pluto
Paranoia got me feeling like a lone wolf
I'm going crazy do it like Hades, I put my hoes in the dark (yeah)
I'm telling you that you ain't on our wave
Soon we end up in the Hall Of Fame
Do it like Abel I do it like Cain (uh-oh)
It's in my DNA, DNA
What would you do
You got ice round your neck
You will never recover, you're doomed
It's getting cold in the SHADE
It's in my DNA
No you ain't on our wave
Studio getting silly with it
Always bringin' Uncle Wray with it
Any beat that we're touching give it time yeah we're gold-plating it
(We're going five-for-five, never go by dice)
M.I.A making anthems
Any clout yeah they tryn'a grab some
Girl in the whip call it Hot Wheels
Tell her get out you can walk in heels
Walking off to the next don who can't shut his mouth how he's next to make a mil
I don't do ride or dies
I like my coattails like why do you look surprised?
Coming in just like I advertised
Like a billboard in the skyline
Victory victory baby
Michelin star it's tasting amazing
Blow her kiss like a chef and
Written by: Barney Forrester, James Chakraverty, Morty Forrester