Suck Yourself ft. Chimpmunk
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I'm likin' this one
Yeah
Are you listenin'?
Dooku yourself
Na na nai
Yo, I remember when we used to shot crack in pairs
I had to clamp my spot under them Sainsbury's stairs (Yeah)
Livin' on our pedal bikes, we didn't fuckin' care
We'd always roll up on the buses without payin' the fares (Na na)
If you're splashin' eight bills in a Z (What?)
And you ain't comin' back with more than two bags
Motherfucker that means (That means)
, You ain't got a hustlin' head (No)
So that means you'd probably do anythin' for a cheque (Pussy)
Who knows? Talk to the feds about the rest
You can hush that beat, 'cause there's never been snitches in my nest
Up to this day, I still get stop and searched
And I still give the wrong name and address, yes (Yes)
Back then, I'd be out the house by ten
And if I were to come back, my mum would never know when
Instead of doin' somethin' good with my life
I was out feelin' untouchable, tryna rock grown men (Boy)
I don't know how he's done it
But my lawyer is a G for keepin' me out of pen' (Haha)
If it weren't for him and my pops, I'd be lookin' at a ten
We all used to shot food
But it was more about who was the gulliest in the ends (Yeah)
Shoutout detention, I was smaller than my gun
Some things we wouldn't do and that was shot a man's mum
But I would jam up at the crack house all night long
Seein' man ODin' off the needle and the needle and the bong
When the mornin' used to come, I'd smell mingin'
The weather was always fucked, my line never stopped ringin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me anythin'
There weren't nothin' we weren't slingin'
Look at me now, I'm singin' and my little son's grinnin'
Mum's gonna schiz' out when she sees her new yard and kitchen
The scene needs coachin'
Put your album out the same day as us and we'll see who's roastin'
Suck yourself, you don't kill
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps
That you ain't never copped no steel
Real recognise real, you know the deal
If you're on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit
I'ma see you when you make a mill, when you make a mill
When you make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's 'cause I never tried to be one (I be myself)
But I been around 'duppy and money makers
It's football or music or let the streets take us (No lie)
Uh, I never lie in my bars (Uh-uh)
Artists blow and make up a past (Stop lyin')
Uh, they start lyin' to the listeners
I tell 'em, "Be yourself", the real G's ain't listenin'
But nowadays, everybody's bad
Everybody's got a strap on and everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if you're grindin'
If your clothes look shit, you're a tramp
I'm sick and tired of these YouTube G's
Gettin' pissed off because your girl YouTubes me
I swear down, these niggas make me sick (No lie)
Na na nai, let me throw up the C
Please, Mr. Man's So Good
D'you think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood?
I pass through like show this, show love
It's an event whenever I shows up
The money, it goes up
Day by day, in vain, these pricks should never say my name
I came from a place where it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave them boys nothin'
Leave them boys scoffin', fightin' over shit
Number two album, nigga, I'm the shit
Ayo, D.A, look now, we winnin'
We used to be in the flats chillin'
Look at me now, I'm spittin', teeth still grinnin'
Pass through my hood, big dutty AR chains swingin'
Paid, so I'm boastin', I can burn bread
At one phone call away, it's Mr. Suckers
Suck yourself, you don't kill (You don't kill)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps
That you ain't never copped no steel
Real recognise real, you know the deal (You know the deal)
If you're on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit
I'ma see you when you make a mill, when you make a mill
Yo, I was never ballin'
My trainers all had smiles on their faces, they were talkin'
Always dressin' bummy in some oversized tracksuit
Runnin' 'round the streets with the gulliest of black yutes
Robbin' niggas bare face, I knew it wasn't fair, mate
We'd lick a couple lappys, then we'd meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think four years down the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I ain't leavin', so
Suck yourself (Suck yourself), you don't kill (You don't kill)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin' straps
That you ain't never copped no steel
Real recognise real (Real recognise real
Innit), you know the deal (I'm grateful)
If you're on this ting and you ain't talkin' shit
I'ma see you when you make a mill, when you make a mill