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Oi I've been studying the greats you know Picasso Michelangelo Leonardo Da Vinci and them man The world's on the look out for the next masterpiece That's why we gotta bring it back to the art Yeah Aint killing your flesh, then you cant be killy My darg on a fast, but looking biggy Tryna love my neighbour while I rep my city All this money into Croydon, man I feel like Rishi My fans call me Still, my girl calls me Stilly I know the beauty fleeting, but that brown skin pretty Use to be that Bobby and the Whitney Till another name hit me Now I'm outside Sharing about the spirit that is in me Too real for the reals, oh really They see me on the IG Or maybe the Tiki I remember nights in the bandoe, hair picky Now my daughter bout to play with these locs 24 on the clock Arms ticky Shadey like Leonardo da Vinci Best artist on your iPhone, ask Siri Why you think they call me Shade I had the dark in me Now I'm shining in the light Cost to be the boss, that aint no ordinary price I put that body on the cross and watch the vision come to life I was 16, putting in them miles into a bike And now I'm in the mercs Motorway driving with the wife Thats a life on a line, I'm putting mine in a mic Warm blooded but its pure ice when I write Red letters on the ink thats the type that I like When I'm reading I'm done, sike Remember Sundays eating jellof and a fried rice Then I went up cunch, and them rocks were looking like rice Wanna live for God lil bro, you gotta die twice Like you ever been front stage And then he takes you out the limelight? Watch that humble your soul till you shine right Visions of a nice life Darg I'm in the jungle with my bros What's your life like Any food around ere getting munched, that's a ice spice Sampah hit me now we getting rappy All that trauma really came in handy I'm a young king and a baby daddy The only shh I'm taking gonna be in a nappy Bro this a different bracket, tell them go and check the tally I was about, before these rappers started wearing ballys No names, it could be another Tom, Dick or Harry These street sermons really got me like I'm Omar Tackie Word
Writer(s): Luke Peters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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