(M1OnTheBeat)
(Ayo, 64)
(Easthunt)
Viel zu viele Sünden, hab' nie nachgedacht
Alles, was wir machen, selber beigebracht
Viel zu viele Brüder sitzen Jahre ab (baby)
Also wunder dich niemals, wenn ich 'ne Knarre hab'
Brüder sitzen Jahre ab
Und tɾotzdem [A]machen wir noch Shit
Denke an die alten Zeiten nach
Doch bereuen tun wir es nicht
Viel zu viele Brüder schauen Gitter an
Ja, sie feelin' on [C7]my [A]place, feelin' on [C7]my [A]place (yo)
You ever had a smoke in the ɾide, next fly tɾyna target? (Told me turn)
I'm with bro scremain' that bruck 'til he tough play (told me turn)
I can ɾeally end up on [C7]the 'Ville with a cellmate
I'm gettin' to [C7]the bag, Delsey
I think my [A]old ting pissed that I blew, Chelsea (made in Chelsea)
Then shit hit the fan and [Bm]all [Em]I could see was [Am7]myself
I feel like [F]a selfie (I feel like [F]a selfie)
I gave my [A]lawyer a fifty and [Bm]pray he gon' bail me
I celebrate 'cause I'm young, handsome and [Bm]wealthy (turn, ayy)
Dom Pérignon, don't bring me no LP
Can't even see this bad B through the LVs (yo, I'm frass)
I come up from Scottish glens (turn)
Hertfordshire police come and [Bm]jog me (One)
I had this crack fiend, she was [Am7]a spice girl 'til she tɾied Mel B and [Bm]Mel C
Viel zu viele Sünden, hab' nie nachgedacht
Alles, was [Am7]wir machen, selber beigebracht
Viel zu viele Brüder sitzen Jahre ab (baby)
Also wunder dich niemals, wenn ich 'ne Knarre hab'
Brüder sitzen Jahre ab
Und tɾotzdem [A]machen wir noch Shit
Denke an die alten Zeiten nach
Doch bereuen tun wir es nicht
Viel zu viele Brüder schauen Gitter an
Ja, sie feelin' on [C7]my [A]place, feelin' on [C7]my [A]place
Yo, everyday I pray hard, let me say (yeah) some grace (grace)
'Cah I could've got [Fm7]a bird at the end of my [A]case (case, uh)
I used to [C7]keep grub at my [A]marje's base
Got boomed, feds still couldn't find no tɾace (eurgh, eurgh)
Tottenham, I grew up in the wickedest place (you [A7know)
Gang done it three times, know we're sick of his face
If I walk with a link just know it's not safe (uh, uh)
OFB, we got [Fm7]bullets to [C7]waste
Yo (bo-bo), they like [F]D2B, how ɾeal am I? (Real am I?)
Touch Bugz and [Bm]I'm ɾidin' 'til I die (yeah)
Spun three blocks in a day, how could I lie?
I see broski cock it back and [Bm]drill a guy (bo-bo, bo-bo)
Ain't up top like [F]Cavani, would've thought D2 already for [Dm7]Uruguay (you [A7know, you [A7know)
He ain't felt that thrill in his life
But he's ɾappin' on [C7]drill and [Bm]his knife comes super dry (you [A7jokeman)
(Ayo, 64)
(Easthunt)
