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SKEPTA, CHIP & YOUNG ADZ - HIGH ROAD (LYRIC VIDEO)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Skepta
Skepta
Vocals
CHIP
CHIP
Vocals
Young Adz
Young Adz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Nathaniel Williams
Adam Nathaniel Williams
Songwriter
Jahmaal Noel Fyffe
Jahmaal Noel Fyffe
Songwriter
Joseph Adenuga
Joseph Adenuga
Songwriter
Mikey Akin
Mikey Akin
Songwriter
Mo Samuels
Mo Samuels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sons of Sonix
Sons of Sonix
Producer
Naweed Ahmed
Naweed Ahmed
Mastering Engineer
Prince Galalie
Prince Galalie
Mixing Engineer
Sam JC Khadra
Sam JC Khadra
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet Yo, fuck whoever thinking they king, I got no homage Who taught you to be versatile and took the stones for it? Who showed North you could make it out young Without the ACs, robberies and going cunch? Listen up I see the unemployment high, everybody scrapping Trap rap popping, population trapping Basic but you popping, I ain't tryna knock your vision But I miss the days when if you couldn't rap, you didn't You've seen what buj' can do to humans, that shit real evil I never made P off anything that kills people Except for the times I touched mic and killed people I ain't spoke to him in time, he thinks we still peoples Use to be my darg, he was in my left titty Chip left niggas, niggas never left Chippy But I ain't chatty patty, all your secrets safe with me Still touch mic and pop corn, stay killy I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet Listen, the whole city's sleeping, only the kitties creeping I'm doing vampire hours, celly forever beeping In a position you never wish you would ever be in I went to sleep in the morning, I rise up in the evening And I ain't waiting to die, I'm tryna live in heaven Fuck niggas, the fiends taught me the biggest lessons It's sink or swim, I'm in it to win Tryna dodge bin, whipping up lemonade when they give me lemons International S Had to book the top floor, sit back and reflect I could still be up in the streets with a strap and a vest But I'm in the bank doing mathematics, cashing them cheques I told my daughter, "Bubba, daddy gon' be back in sec" Like Yakaa Dee, your daddy, he's a wizard with words I put 'em in a verse, now I got some bags to collect And all these ladies seeing is the racks on my neck Can't they see that if it ain't Idris Which nigga is James Bond with it? I got a license to kill, shitting on the critiques Diamonds are forever, my gold finger got stones in it This model calling, she wanna give me a home visit Mowa Lola shades, Alyx jeans Alexander McQueen tees, still the steeze so exquisite I got nothing to prove, these niggas know I did it Been a top boy before I ever wrote a lyric I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet Yeah, I watched my favourite fiend Donna die PTSD, last time I saw her she was horrified What the fuck you know about when you don't wanna ride But niggas hit your nigga so you out there tryna hollow guys? Everybody got a heart, it's what's hollow inside Talking to her, she so sonic with lies Came with a wap but I pay all my tax I pray my salat, grab my toolie and then hit up them flats, facts SK, CM, niggas brain ain't intact That's three GOATs spitting rap and we spraying some facts I look at my watch and then I turn on the tap The jakes tryna catch me slipping, so I turn off the maps My baby mother will tell you that I'm addicted to waps My older brother will tell you that I was seven in flats Akh', I'ma go down the loneliest road It's hard to spin your life 'round when you come from the road I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet I stay and hold my guns, I own a lot of them I ain't heard you scream yet, feds still on the scene, I bet
Writer(s): Moses Samuels, Michael Akinkunmi, Joseph Junior Adenuga, Jahmaal Noel Fyffe, Adam Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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