High Street

Lyrics

[Chorus] Brighton Town where you find me, I'm on the high street I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me So I move right here, can't get by me I got a whole album and it's all by me I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby Now it's all hard work, now it's all lively [Verse 1] Back in the day when I gave mum backchat She would try tell a man 'AH AH' Now I do that if a mana try act bad Gus got gun bucked, now he's a bad man Din't go vegas, or play blackjack Beat up dealers, robbed man's Afghan Now man's got blue cheese and dank fam Write bars like Anne Frank I get live on a hype occasion One fan from show tried a snidey statement Tried to put Wiz down, tryna diss Jamaican So I shagged mans mum for the violation like... Why you tryna fight with Statham Tryna war with four of ya Getting drawn in payments And the mandem wanna chat let their thoughts amaze em When they can't pool thoughts when they draw a statement On tracks, me I don't rhyme when I rap Me I just grime when I rhyme puff dank in a flat Toast, anchor on that, if I got a hankerin, jammin on that Mans overly on it, I got the dough in my wallet And when I pull on my pocket I'm seeing permanent profit It's like the man they wanna chat like they Capone or Gotti And they be running with the shotty for a kick or a hobby I know a couple man they riding really didn't seem properly Better if everybody do it tell me where did the body be Tryna get some money tryna get into property Everybody wanna stomach coz I'm doing it cockily I motherfucking hate slackers I don't roll with no out the backers, no I don't roll with no lazy man 'cause That makes man flip like acrobatics Like oh my, golly these guys want test like I won't try act dramatic I'll learn the role then I'll smash the practise, then turn up late Shag the actress, see verb with the limp bars die for acting And a also look like a bag has packed him, and the also rare, fans are clapping But the girls embarrased to try an' clap the act [Bridge] I'm like, nowadays every body wanna talk like they got something to spray But nothing comes out when they loading clips, they just talking shit But still man wanna chat like they guns are blazing, got great form I'm in great form, and I'm gratetful for that withdraw I've been on tour, I ain't been on telly Then i fuck off home like I piss off kelly [Verse 2] But man went from cotching to pingu, to blotting, to hindus Then back to the igloos, I'm cold Out here man are just big news That's when the gali wan' llick on semis I come back to the flow like a pistol, ready I'm getting back from the show, pissed already And I'm bad with the bone in my bitches belly I got a bag from Michone from the ghetto lady you know You one of them wouldn't and couldn't man A couldn't-afford-a-bag-of-the-Buddha-man, me? I'ma jetlag and then travel and then go into camp for a can on a boulevard, you? You went clown now you're talking all loud and you tell a man lowe of the western wild out I don't even know how you man think that's allowed I gotta tell you man nah I don't know what that's about [Interlude] Coming back from Thailand, with dreadlocks, like a skin condition A vague notion of how to throw some sort of kick Does not qualify you as a fucking therapist You eggy eggy breds, yeah? [Verse 3] On the real though I dont know nothing bout whats-his-face, but whats-his-face know something bout Wizzy I grew up on Marley and Macy and Lizzy and Wu Tang, Rumcon, Fiddy and Dizzee Chilling with fizzy and bizzy and gizzy, growed with streez and meags and Billy Shot food with seller man halves now kilian, catches man on the can that's brilliant Progress, got my own test, I don't need your one, two's get drawn on You man are falling asleep with the porn on Me I'm on stage tryna keep my own drawers on, simple as that I give em a sprinkle of swag, now they wanna sink in a lap, I ain't simple as that And I ain't got a tip for a slag, I ain't tryna dip in a hag, lets go now [Chorus] Brighton town where you find me, I'm on the high street I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me So I move right here, Can't get by me I got a whole album and it's all by me I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby Now it's all hard work, now it's all lively Brighton town where you find me, I'm on the high street I got the best flow, Coming all rhymey, I got the high grade And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me I move wisely, Can't get by me, I got whole album And it's all by me, I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby Now it's all hard work, now it's all lively