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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Half One
Performer
Morrisson
Rap
Nito NB
Rap
Harry Beech
Synthesizer
Hl8
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Morrisson
Songwriter
Nito NB
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Harry Beech
Producer
Hl8
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I move around with the savages
And if you're a fuck boy, then you cannot hang with us
You can find me on the Newham blocks
With a couple Malis and a couple Africans
Respectfully I'ma say this nicely
With a calmer voice tone and David Attenborough's
If your team ain't ran through seven figures trapping
You ain't on man's level and you cannot chat to us
We appreciate and value money more
After being broke and growing up with fuck-all
Your motivation's on a different level
When you're forced to grow up watching your mother struggle
Even though I know my hood loves me
I'm still strapped 'cause I don't trust the jungle
'Cause the hood can love you but it'd still kill you
Man, I've seen it happen, rest up Nipsey Hussle
Let's get it
[Verse 2]
First things first, it's family first
The money comes second like a runner-up
When it comes to investing in my kids, I ain't watching no bill, I just run it up
Last week I spent a milli on a house
And I'm already 'bout to buy another one
I saw my old friends with some new friends
'Cause my old friends weren't working hard enough
And if you grew up in a nice home in a nice neighbourhood, then you're a lucky one
'Cause you was living good while we struggled on that council estate
With the rest of the strugglers
And if you grew up in a happy family, then sorry, my G, you ain't one of us
'Cause our mums were giving us all beatings with belts
Whilst your mums kissed you and cuddled ya
We've had it rough, you know
We was given no choice, we had to toughen up
Back then it was a straightener, one-on-ones
Then the olders came and taught us how to buss a gun (Baow!)
Game changer
A twelve gauge to replace haymakers
Man tried to shoot me, but they shot the man next to me
I laughed like, "Blud, you need to aim straighter"
We was– We was in the trenches
Either on the attack or was defending
On the highway to 'ell like AC/DC
In a Merc' with a 6-litre engine
I made a lot of money, but I didn't invest it
I was 21 with half a mill in my bed-sit
I was getting young money feeling like Drake
Before he left Wayne and he went independent
[Verse 3]
Yo
They diss me on socials
But I don't watch what they say on the net
Yo, log out your burner account
And sign in on your personal and say it with chest
I paid cash for this watch on my wrist
And I paid cash for this chain on my neck
And I paid for this life in blood
But the one thing I didn't do was pay for respect
[Chorus]
They diss me on socials
But I don't watch what they say on the net
Yo, log out your burner account
And sign in on your personal and say it with chest
I paid cash for this watch on my wrist
And I paid cash for this chain on my neck
And I paid for this life in blood
But the one thing I didn't do was pay for respect
[Verse 4]
Now come here, take a quick trip, memoir time
Look deep in his face and know my friend won't lie
We ain't really with the online war
Got twenty them more
Bro sad that their friends won't die
Mum loves me regardless
Even if I caught me a body, so I ain't loving any the same
And he stood there froze, and you know how that goes
Donny thought he was sweet till we played with his brain
Now who's this yute? U-turn
You'll be the guy try go on a glide, then get cold feet and say "You first"
No wonder your dad done a runner
He wasn't on raising a bitch
Me, I'm on raising a stick with the baitest of clips
Bro weren't rating a kid
So he sprayed on the strip
If it's that, then we aim where you live
I grew up with the Malis and yardmen
Trust I'm a target
Back then, hammers I would ask them, get them
Riding with hitmen
**** get caught and then scream out "Shit!" then
Like I swear you knew donny from day
You won't say it now I'm up in your face
I find it funny how your tone done changed
Tried cut through the hood, what a big mistake
[Verse 5]
I move around with the savages
And if you're a fuck boy, then you cannot hang with us
You can find me on the Newham blocks
With a couple Malis and a couple Africans
Respectfully I'ma say this nicely
With a calmer voice tone and David Attenborough's
If your team ain't ran through seven figures trapping
You ain't on man's level and you cannot chat to us
We appreciate and value money more
After being broke and growing up with fuck-all
Your motivation's on a different level
When you're forced to grow up watching your mother struggle
Even though I know my hood loves me
I'm still strapped 'cause I don't trust the jungle
'Cause the hood can love you but it'd still kill you
Man, I've seen it happen, rest up Nipsey Hussle
Let's get it
[Chorus]
They diss me on socials
But I don't watch what they say on the net
Yo, log out your burner account
And sign in on your personal and say it with chest
I paid cash for this watch on my wrist
And I paid cash for this chain on my neck
And I paid for this life in blood
But the one thing I didn't do was pay for respect
[Chorus]
They diss me on socials
But I don't watch what they say on the net
Yo, log out your burner account
And sign in on your personal and say it with chest
I paid cash for this watch on my wrist
And I paid cash for this chain on my neck
And I paid for this life in blood
But the one thing I didn't do was pay for respect
Written by: Morrisson, Nito NB