Lyrics

[Intro: Wretch 32 & Ghetts] Yeah Yeah, man Chunky B on production Yeah, man, it's Wretch Oi, Ghetto, certain man don't wanna see man That's what I'm saying, bruv Do what man's tryna do, you know I don't care about them, though I'm doing my ting, bro, you get me? It's that real Fuck them, you get me, G? Wretch 32, Ghetto Yo [Chorus: Wretch 32] Niggas where we're from are just itching to see our corpse They wanna see us laid in the ditch, up in the morgue When we're tryna do music, they're tryna see us lose it But I don't understand why they keep thinking these thoughts [Verse 1: Ghetts] They don't like how I'm going on, I'm still going strong Pricks are pissed 'cause they wish it was going wrong They can't match me or catch me I'm way too quick, you pricks are too slow, I'm gone And I'mma make loads of wong Oh, come on, my flow's the bomb, and I can spit on anything Even a smoker song, I make the gyal dem soak their thongs But every game has pros and cons, so every day I be focused on Much more than the whips, much more than the chicks Much more than the flows and tongue Before two-three I never wrote a song, but You can't class me as "up and coming" You can't pass me, I'm up and running Fake thugs wanna blast me, they must be bunning Coke in a bowl, you cats ain't worth What I throw in the pond, you're a dope, I'm a don and I'mma tell niggas from this moment on Bring any opponent, it's on I don't care where any opponent is from Local or far, far or local I'm so advanced that he won't wanna spar I won't have a bar, my bars are so cruel Don't have a heart so you don't wanna start Fresh to death, suited and booted Truly exclusive, I do do this My crew's a nuisance, who's the Judas? I took a wrong turn, I was at the wrong firm I was concerned that it was a long turn That's right, I was moving clueless It all backfired like useless shooters So I pack fire and I'm moving ruthless [Chorus: Wretch 32] Niggas where we're from are just itching to see our corpse They wanna see us laid in the ditch, up in the morgue When we're tryna do music, they're tryna see us lose it But I don't understand why they keep thinking these thoughts [Verse 2: Wretch 32] Yeah, they wanna see me dead, with holes in my flesh, bleeding Believe I'm vexed, I'm stressed out, I'm Wretch now Plus I don't even know why they're so hot-headed When it ain't even that season Look, I'm tryna stay focused But I'm still underground like rodents Hating's our culture They must think me wan' prey like vultures I'm a target, he could say Cause they wouldn't walk in Carlito's Way I'm no prat, and I'll show that With or without a strap, I won't bat Away or down a piece, they ain't out for peace They just let their dogs roam without a leash I ain't letting my kids grow without a lease I'll hold that down till I decease But same way, set speed Niggas wanna aim heat, get me, never wanna let me Get through, they don't wanna let Wretch collect cheques Forget cough sweets, I've got the best tunes It's real, you can aim at my grill but I'm aiming for mills and cars, star You'd never hit me, if you shot in the air you'd never hit a star, star And by the way, this star shoots back I ain't gonna stand there and take shots, I've already had my flu jab I'm down to hit 'em up like 2Pac I'm a devil with the metal, so I'll give you angel wings You'll reside where the angels live And they'll think I went boom, by the way that I'm taking wigs [Chorus: Wretch 32] Niggas where we're from are just itching to see our corpse They wanna see us laid in the ditch, up in the morgue When we're tryna do music, they're tryna see us lose it But I don't understand why they keep thinking these thoughts