Video musicale

In primo piano

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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
Obi Ebele
Obi Ebele
Songwriter
Uche Ebele
Uche Ebele
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Da Beatfreakz
Da Beatfreakz
Producer
Naweed Ahmed
Naweed Ahmed
Mastering Engineer
Prince Galalie
Prince Galalie
Mixing Engineer
Sam JC Khadra
Sam JC Khadra
Mixing Engineer

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Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith Blend that cocaine straight down to the fucking cocaine vase Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way I got a bitch with 4.5mil' followers sitting on my face Face lift that lil' boy then I just jump in the spaceship Look at my eyes, darling, I ain't even gotta lie I'm still on this case, darling, and I'm looking at some time Prosecution offering some years, we're taking it to trial I'll stick to the G code, darling Get a bird, I'ma take it with a smile I got smoke in the whip, darling, darling And I serve like Federer, I'm trapping all night And I don't discriminate, darling, darling I got cats with autism and cats that are blind 47,000 tickets were sold on tour, Craig, testify I can cross my heart, I can swear on my life (True stories) Shut the fuck up when you talk about beef I'm a chef, I might serve you that (Chef) Thought you was a gangster but I could Tell you're a neek when I heard you rap And if my young G ain't got weed Don't piss him off 'cause he might turn you Pac (Greaze) Now you got two jakes chilling by your bedside 'Cause the killys might circle back (Icy) Walk past, got the girls turning back Scratching weave, breaking necks (Sexy) And your girl talk too much but she Got a big back, nice face and chest (Sexy) I got millis in the bank but I still had Swag them times I was making less (Bo, Bo, Bo) Shank in my jeans when I'm beating your wife That's what I call the safest sex Star in the hood from time You can put that on Tinchy Stryds (Tings in boots) Call me a legend when they see me My nigga, I ain't even gotta die (Mmm-hmm) How are you a G.O.A.T. in the game? You ain't even did no time (Just come) I come through in Off-White I don't know Virgil, my nigga, I pay for mine Rap nigga dissing I don't even wanna diss him 'cause I know say the pussy's unstable Had his baby mama at mine, she's fine Doing lines on the dining room table Tit for tat, I'm all right Let's play, she'll buss it open on Mother's Day I hear you saying you'll buss your ting You could never put that on nanny's grave Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith Blend that cocaine straight down to the fucking cocaine vase Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way I got a bitch with 4.5mil' followers sitting on my face Face lift that lil' boy then I just jump in the spaceship
Writer(s): Jahmaal Fyffe, Uche Ebele, Obi Ebele, Joseph Adenuga, Jahmori Simmons, Adam Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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