歌词
Must be Ruddy Kilo
Prone on my own, you never know
Sometimes you can't trust a soul, you never know
Sometimes I walk with my chrome, you never know
Sometimes I circle my home, you never know
They tellin' me I'm slim and shady like Eminem
From Brum, hit the M-Way to L-O-N
Call me 50 cah I'm hated by many men
How ya feel, yeah I'm back like I never went
They like Farks, what you sayin' fam you ready then?
Born ready, don't insult my intelligence
Don't be talkin' to me if you ain't makin' sense
Best be on ya toes when you see that Tekka skin
I had a plan, fucked up, now it's plan B
This is real shit, one day they'll thank me
You wouldn't get it, where I'm from we make Cat's speak
Got **** on Cat A plus Cat B
Fresh to death, yeah I'm with Ems instincts we cold
We be layin' jeans down not track street
I'ma bust on after tell me that I can't speak
I'm with this bad chick, nice face, ass neat
Prone on my own, you never know
Sometimes you can't trust a soul, you never know
Sometimes I walk with my chrome, you never know
Sometimes I circle my home, you never know
I'ma street side connected with ya heat by your bed
Keep ya feet inside your crib, I'll leave your dream beside your head
While me you want dead, I can't believe you want dead
I be calm, he's gone if I squeeze off my ting
Life's grim and I'm feeling quite slim
'Cause I'm hungry, cold and I can feel my lights dim
Fuck a push button, I push somethin' into him
He's such amount to nothin' when you fuckin' with the kids
So more money, more problems, but not for me
'Cause more money's more shotties in a box of sweets
The raw's comin, pure onions in the box for cheap
Talk's nothing, man they tryna get my dough and eat
But talk somethin' then there's nothing till that somethin' screams
Some amount of nothin' meant the fuckin' fiend
Press button, fresh mutton, no rice and peas
End somethin', hit bossin' when I rise to heat
Prone on my own, you never know
Sometimes you can't trust a soul, you never know
Sometimes I walk with my chrome, you never know
Sometimes I circle my home, you never know
You never know, 'bout mine this who never roll round that block
If manna come now, man come ting now, I gotta ting like bo
You'll never track, I kick doors off where man hang and shot
'Cause I got plan A, I got plan B, see a dead man in my crop
Know when you're fuckin' round with them **** you need bone police gon' stop
All my associations are hot, that might get burned off of that guap
Chair doors unlock, ex down on my top
It was always my man them that were ridin' that clock
I'ma show a man how set pace, walk round that place
First man that I land on gettin' chrome ting in his face
Never leave no trace, how I'm meant to murder man with no case
Second guy that I banged on got paralysed from the waist
It's murder, some were screamin' murder
Monday mornin' earner, get stuck a lot with that burner
I circle round that zone, Giff Gaff that phone
Tell your boy come linked man, I'm a mad man on my own
Prone on my own, you never know
Sometimes you can't trust a soul, you never know
Sometimes I walk with my chrome, you never know
Sometimes I circle my home, you never know
Written by: Rodi Keelos
