Britannia

Lyrics

(VERSE 1) In London we'll find a way Stride the paves Then drive away on a double decker Bill unpaid so I feel the pressure That's more stress so I fill the bev up More than fed up Remember 4 words And that's keep your head up Even if it's not as bright as them sunny days Ice poles cost 20 pence Dripping down my H&M shorts Southside's favourite spends That kid I used to be Grown up with the youth in me In my spear time I watch Kuti speak Don't identify with no coonery Shine bright like jewellery Cocoa Butter Babies shine bright People get bitter when you be on That's why they call it the lime light All my friends know what I'm like Cheeky , on a weekly Was on a C3 tryna get home to watch C4 on the tv Couldn't record had the freeview Then the Sky+ was a life buss 906 for a nice one I watched 906 in the night truss Woke up next morning feeling horny Text her like yo what you on today? I got free yard she said I'll be fast And say when she's on her way Shout my bredrin for protection He said he had Jimmy's safe Made it home in time to press and then depart the gaf to spray (MASTER PEACE - CHORUS) Oh Britannia Run for the prize Like I run for my goals The stamina Tell dem man that they're not Close to my calibre Don't play with those that can dig out your soul No Gallagher (VERSE 2) There he was Back of the shoobs on the wall Standing tall whilst the RDX songs played to all Zoot with the chip, the ratio's shit but the ammi was cool Raised by a single mum Working to bring the funds She was the lessons the family taught Must stop her stressing It's blessings I never got caught With domestics and ah ah Sat on my sofa, chatting to Pullen He said that it's patterned No slacking on our side I can't win everyone's heart right? Love or hate me , it's marmite Guess we got one thing in common tho Cos my music spreads and you can't lie Before flick knives There was fist fights You'd get licked right In your head top Now the young g's On nuff greeze and enough trauma For a dead drop If we packed ends with some black feds We'd be alright and neglect lock And that's where I step off (MASTER PEACE - CHORUS) Oh Britannia Run for the prize Like I run for my goals The stamina Tell dem man that they're not Close to my calibre Don't play with those that can dig out your soul No Gallagher