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Ocean Wisdom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ocean Wisdom
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Breadboy
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Ah oh) Just robbed like four and a bit
My **** walk with the stick
Police just quartering it
(Ah oh) I ain't goin' on tour for a bit
My breath got short for a sec
Hope I ain't caught none of this
(Ah oh) Just made a milli' off rap
All of my city love that
I had to give the love back
(Ah oh) Trust me, I seen a lot, akh
You can't touch that bag there
That there's the drilly rucksack
[Verse 2]
(Ah oh) Just robbed like four and a bit
My **** walk with the stick
Police just quartering it
(Ah oh) I ain't goin' on tour for a bit
My breath got short for a sec
Hope I ain't caught none of this
(Ah oh) Just made a milli' off rap
All of my city love that
I had to give the love back
(Ah oh) Trust me, I seen a lot, akh
You can't touch that bag there
That there's the drilly rucksack
[Verse 3]
Drilly rucksack, run to my bredrins
For WD40, for weapons, let's get 'em, let's get 'em
Threatening things, why don't you get them
Money turned to fetch and finesse him
Hula hoop holes in his body
In the lobby
Hula hoop holes in his body
No need to worry
I put some holes in his body
'Specially if he's a Tory, babe, if he's a Tory
And selfish with his money
I'll be there with the army, shankin' his tummy
'Fore I press in my puppy and degradin' my mummy
All of the mumsies with dads that were cunty
That now run the country
Lend me your earlobes
Carlito, have no fear no
When I strike him down, I'm not your hero
It's just an obligation
I done preceded my reputation
And defeated against the pagan
[Verse 4]
I'm beginnin' to run away with it, would you not agree?
Ah, yeah, I'm feeling about my age
But true my scrilla is twice my age
So true I'm livin' a life today
'Til 93
[Verse 5]
Ay, ay, I'm still talkin', pussy
Interrupt me, you go find out how it feel to lose your teeth
Ay, ay, in the ride with some ****
Lookin' at me like, "You way too papered up to be on beef"
Ay, ay, I remember when them chatty patties
Back then thought they had it figured out before defeat
Ay, ay, now them **** puttin' hands out
But I can only give a handout to the team
Developin' team development
Even couple the neeky bredders
That weren't with us on the streets or anything
But their hearts are clean, we let 'em in
Ever the sinner, redeemed, then sin again
Benevolence to defeat my enemies
I really don't wanna speak to enemies
I want the women, the weed, the Hennessy
I'm under covers with others, we lovin' each other
She covered in bubbles, she tuggin' it
She wanna suck my dick, then kiss my upper lip
I am not Ronald and I am not loving it
I'm not the one, not the kind to apply to the government
Imagine me runnin' and kickin' ya stomach in
Now that's for all of my people you worryin'
Still it don't bother them, don't know what's wrong with them (Ay)
What's wrong with them (Ay)
Nothin' wrong with us (Cray)
[Verse 6]
And we beginnin' to run away with it, would you not agree?
Uh, yeah, I'm feelin' about my age
But true my scrilla is twice my age
So true I'm livin' a life today
'Til 93
[Verse 7]
Drilly rucksack, run to my bredrins
For WD40, for weapons, let's get 'em, let's get 'em
Threatening things, why don't you get them
Money turned to fetch and finesse him
Hula hoop holes in his body
In the lobby
Hula hoop holes in his body
No need to worry
I put some holes in his body
'Specially if he's a Tory
[Verse 8]
(Ah oh) Just robbed like four and a bit
My **** walk with the stick
Police just quartering it
(Ah oh) I ain't goin' on tour for a bit
My breath got short for a sec
Hope I ain't caught none of this
(Ah oh) Just made a milli' off rap
All of my city love that
I had to give the love back
(Ah oh) Trust me, I seen a lot, akh
You can't touch that bag there
That there's the drilly rucksack
[Verse 9]
(Ah oh) Just robbed like four and a bit
My **** walk with the stick
Police just quartering it
(Ah oh) I ain't goin' on tour for a bit
My breath got short for a sec
Hope I ain't caught none of this
(Ah oh) Just made a milli' off rap
All of my city love that
I had to give the love back
(Ah oh) Trust me, I seen a lot, akh
You can't touch that bag there
That there's the drilly rucksack
Written by: Ocean Wisdom, Breadboy