Sticky

Lyrics

[Intro] Bashy, Bashy, Bashy, let's go Let's go, let's go How many lyrics? Yeah, let's go, let's go, let's go Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Okay [Verse] Made mistakes in life No regrets, gotta live with that No, DJ can't spin it back No refunds, can't bring it back People don't wanna see you grow Always bringin' up this and that Stand in my truth, I live in that When man's in their feelings, giddem facts Helped man when they were on their face When they're down, they were givin' thanks When they're up, wanna shit on that and forget Got a cheek, I'll give 'em that Cross man once, then that is that Once man's trust is gone, then man's trust is gone You're unlikely to win it back Man's unkindly to sycophants Man's in Hollywood, gettin' bank, ayo It used to be chicka-Bashy-chicka-chicka-Bashy Chicka-Ba-chicka-Ba-Ba Now man's spittin' crack Whippin' this, whippin' that Wrist is this, the crib is mad At the time, couldn't picture that I thought I'd be dead by twenty Life when livin' Black I wrote "Black Boys" at twenty-one No, it wasn't a hit or smash But that shit be soundin' like some sort of premonition now when you listen back I wasn't in the kitchen whippin' crack Wasn't on the mains with the wap I wasn't goin' cunch and in the trap Frustrated, I was feeling trapped I gave CVs to JD Sports I gave my CVs into GAP plus more Not one of them hit me up Drove the bus Ruislip to Mill Hill and back Mill Hill and back Mill Hill and back Mill Hill and back Mill Hill and back I could've swore down I was goin' mad One time got so tired, crashed I grew up in a council estate, a little flat Didn't even have enough space to swing a cat No matter how rich you get, you ain't forgettin' that Even if they use the neuralyzer from Men in Black They were many times when I never had a grand Now when I buy somethin' nice, I feel bad Traumatised by the times when I never had Then reminded I'm a nigga every level that I'm at It's more money, more options More money, more nonsense More money, less trivial shit More complexed problems More money, more Look, more money more Yo, more money, more watchin' More money, more wantin' No one gave when I wanted Survivor's guilt on my conscience So I give But I was still broke when Dizzee made "Bonkers" Goin' bonkers, my account in minus I was at the cash point drawin' out fivers You got no fuckin' idea how that time was Man were gettin' theirs, I'd been grindin' for years I was wonderin' where mine was Mum was sick, she had death in her breast I was thinkin', "Why mine, God?" Had to go through this to get to there Go through that to get to here Only answerin' to God Don't even answer questionnaires Cut from different cloth, I'm self-aware I've conquered issues, conquered fears It took blood, sweat, loads of tears But I've believed ever since I wore the Bs in my ears I got my white mates like "Cor blimey, Ash You're doin' well, mate, fuckin' 'ell" Dreams can come true, that's Gabrielle Fuck the dough, I do it for the culture Just to do Top Boy, I turnt down Ms like Dave Chappelle You can ask my agent, Craig Shapiro You can ask my agent, Deborah Willey My integrity ain't for sale Sometimes you just gotta take the L That could've been a major fail, but wasn't The next year I made double To do that shit, you gotta have big bollocks That's why I'm in first class My legs dem spread out, eatin' olives I'm a council-flat yout in a tracksuit But when they greet man, "Mr. Thomas" Ain't gotta show it if you've got it Pay myself, that's a selfie No pictures, keep it modest Damson Idris with this profit I built this shit, me Brick by brick, that's what bein' on job is No freebies, make 'em pay Pay respect and pay homage