On Man

Lyrics

[Intro] This is a Melo beat Moneyevery on the track [Verse 1: Headie One] .38 kick tryna hit man's head I don't even do MMA How many times gang do it all bait? Pigs tryna put the goons on telly And they flew man down to a vet Couple these dogs from some of these cats Jump out gang, swingin' this mop If not, man's still tryna do it with shank Back hand grip with my black blade How many times have I made man plank? Opp boys see me in the flesh And I swam 'em just cah their attitude stank Still tell the young ones stay in school But I'm still out 'ere spottin' drills, it's mad Bro just scored, always firin' Even started oilin' this pan If I ain't score, I assist like Gerrard I've done quite well down this flank How Trident still on man And all of these bad B's still on man? I already do this live in the streets We ain't gotta do it on 'gram Bro got sentenced, I told him 'ride this pigeon' Do it and land [Chorus: Headie One] How's Trident still on man And all of these bad B's still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am' Even though we had Am' Four door, catchin' feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man How's Trident still on man And all of these bad B's still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am' Even though we had Am' Four door, catchin' feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man [Verse 2: RV] Spent five bills on a sawn off dots Can't complain, that's cheap and chearful Passenger side of my best friend's ride Tryna aim at the side of the vehicle I don't wanna miss, tell bro "slow down, be careful" From a young boy like NBA Been tryna score points, no air balls Been in the field in Tottenham Since that kit was made by Kappa Trident had me in jail While you was getting turfed by girls in Nappa Probation got me on license Told me I'm violent, talking 'bout mapper I don't about them things there Last time I checked, I'm just a rapper Got the drop, I was wanted by feds They were onto me and my guys So I just went on the run, like Jay Z and his wife Got nicked for a skeng and an AM No evidence at the scene of the crime Hit that interview room and I say "no comment" I don't need legal advice [Chorus: Headie One] How's Trident still on man And all of these bad B's still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am' Even though we had Am' Four door, catchin' feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man How's Trident still on man And all of these bad B's still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am' Even though we had Am' Four door, catchin' feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man