Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DC
Vocals
TSB
Performer
Michalis MsM Michael
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DC
Composer
TSB
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TSB
Producer
Michalis MsM Michael
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I know they smell it, I can see it when they talk to me
In a meeting and I'm smelling like a quarter key
I'm staring at the paper like “It's all for me?”
If I play I gotta win, it's like a sport to me
We're just tryna find a way, I guess it's down to us
'Cause where we're from people don't amount to much
It's not the pussy, it's the money that's arousing us
I get the urge, I can't control it like a lousy touch
So I'm in and out of cones for the technique
In and out of hoes, I get 'em in and out their clothes
My **** said they'll never take you in without a flow
And if you're going in you never leave without your dough
Put in a rucksack, keep it to myself, I never put it in a Whatsapp, 'cause **** stay lurking
Get 'em off the table if these **** ain't working
Even if I get it then I'm still the same person
'Cause brudda this is my street, the high street tyrant
G, it's very likely, you might see sirens
You can close your eyes, still the lights keep shining
If you dig low enough you might see diamonds
Brudda, this is my street, the high street tyrant
G, it's very likely, you might see sirens
You can close your eyes, still the lights keep shining
If you dig low enough you might see diamonds
I don't respond to texts, I don't mean to take the piss
I'm getting distant and it's damaging relationships, but
If it ain't the henny, I ain't chasing it
What will be will be, G, there's no escaping it
Chasing figures, I'm just searching for the reason why
There ain't a figure that can ever buy you peace of mind
To stay a step ahead I gotta pree it right
Before I shoot, I always wait until the keeper dives
It's all good, it's all bless, there's no problems
True colours show when you're left with no options
So I keep the circle small
Listen, first of all
Put myself first, it's never nothing personal
Never take it how I meant it but I mean well
On the road to riches, I ain't whipping with a seatbelt
Hold it steady, push the pedal till my feet swell
Get it if you listen, I ain't missing out a detail
'Cause brudda this is my street, the high street tyrant
G, it's very likely, you might see sirens
You can close your eyes, still the lights keep shining
If you dig low enough you might see diamonds
Brudda, this is my street, the high street tyrant
G, it's very likely, you might see sirens
You can close your eyes, still the lights keep shining
If you dig low enough you might see diamonds
Written by: DC, TSB