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AJ Tracey
AJ Tracey
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Ché Wolton Grant
Ché Wolton Grant
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Sounds of the Sir Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Dem blacked out so you know I gotta wear a black top too Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Dem blacked out so you know I gotta wear a black top too Trapline's gone and the trap's gone too (too) Triceps gone and my traps gone too (too) Now you wear tracksuits, listening to "That's Not Me" but we all know that's not you Said you've got a new flow, that's not new (what?) When you sound like me but you spray like you (yeah) If we got beef then I'm bringing out Marvel A man better know I'm bringin' Capcom too (combo) Man did Belgium twice in a week (twice) Then I flew Bordeaux for a slice of the cheese (yeah) So many shows that a man can't sleep (sleep) I ain't even really got time for a beat Mummy said "Go son, go boy, eat" (ching) Did it on my own no scam, no cheat (none) No label, no chat, no meet (nope) All love here, no gap, no sweet (nope) Niggas in my ends hate me 'cause they're nothing But I still rep for the West End streets I'll never get a G check from a neek (never) Now I've got bread, don't think we can beef (never) Yeah, if I do well, they attack ('ttack) Trust me, I'm never goin' out whack (whack) My Spanish miss said I'm gonna fail 'cause I'm brown (brown) Bet you thought I was gonna say black Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Dem blacked out so you know I gotta wear a black top too Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Dem blacked out so you know I gotta wear a black top too I ain't really tryna be political (hey) I've got an impact and it's physical (hey) I am not a role-model rudeboy Don't follow me and don't hang from my lyrical (don't do it) You got bare art but it's digital So don't try to send for the London Prince To win's nothing less than a miracle (a miracle) Man will get a lift like it's spiritual Man will get a lift like a boss man Five star 'cause he had an aux in the Uber Didn't even hit him that hard and he dived 'cause you're a diver Like you've got a snorkel or a scuba Remember my roots, pulled a maneuver Went in the door, cleaned up like a hoover Don't get excited 'cause I left radio sets If I ever walk in, I'm Akuma Na, Frieza, Cell, Buu, Broly Still got friends that'll leave man holey And I've got friends on the deen, all holy I dip the green for my mates, guacamole (green) Mole blud, mole (what?) Mates pulled up, blood, pole way I ain't got a CV but if I did, it would say that I'm all about cream like Olay Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Dem blacked out so you know I gotta wear a black top too Tracksuit grey, black, blue I was just a hope-filled kid like you Left ends broke, gotta win, can't lose Everyting fresh when I came back through Saying that you're real, brudda, that's not true I'm not second but I am top two See me in the club with the team Dem blacked out so you know I gotta wear a black top too
Writer(s): Che Wolton Grant, Karl Joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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