Red Wine Flows

Lyrics

Writing records on motorways, heading home today Know my message, I know my place but don't know my way I've got some red wine flows better listen when you're sipping Only talk about money, family and women Nick Dre give me something to rap to Give me something that's way too classic to go back to Someone call my pops and tell him that he made a man too Told my last one I understand you, but I can't stand you and I don't plan to I got a bottle and a candle, slow starting Still hot headed but cold hearted Sipping on some wonderfully aged wine, ignoring the grapevine I don't miss my target I just aim high Depending on who you ask I'm a scumbag or a great guy Yeah, thankful to the most high Feeling like a giant saying "fee, fum, fo, fi" I need pound signs not co-signs, Oh me oh my Sit and remember old times If I do it, I'll do it properly Investing my royalties in property I don't spend a penny on my shopping sprees This is some, humble bragging, I'm done with chatting, Its time for action No collabin', it's solo missions and no distractions Change my world before I can change the world Real wins come when you can take an L, but yeah Red Wine Flows better listen when you're sipping Shouting free the guys till they free the guys Everybody wants to do rap thinks it's an easy ride Everybody wants to be bad till they see 3 to 5 Everybody wants to do scraps until they see the nines Living healthily tryna lower my BMI I'll trade a piece of 'ussy for some peace of mind I ain't a rapper just a poet with a flow Not a gangster just a boy who knows the road Contradiction I'm smart stupid and nasty Went to nobu for Seafood some calamari With some weed too my weak tunes are like your hardest Paid my own advance and then recouped and even charted Was on back roads in black clothes, maybe a bally Now we're backstage with champagne, maybe some baddies Was in tracksuits with bad yutes, who went to country With the same guys on planes flying, to other countries Mr Independent tryna find a miss to match I haven't met my match, or I've missed my match Either I am the man, or I've been the man Say a line and you sing it back Money, fame for what? Gold chains for what? Cool cool, you're bad.. Okay so what? Go rave for what? Drop names for what? Play a girl my song, drop game for what? Where you see me that's where my brothers be Tryna own some companies with my company Fuck material, influence over luxury Got my grandad looking down on me and olders looking up to me Message from my brother saying look after your mother Group chat with my father saying look after each other 'Cause we're getting all older The circles getting smaller and closer Sisters getting taller and boassy Chilling In my lawyers office, I'm comfy and cosy Big up GRM I might post a bottle to Posty Only roll with my brothers that know me, people get scratchy when you roll deep Don't bite the hand that feeds you The day will come when everyone who you needed will need you, I see the game in see through In the future they'll write stories about what we do Or what we did, my strength is knowing my weakness It's not a secret Red wine flows, better listen when you're sipping Money, family and women