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nonames - til i'm rich lyrics

[verse 1: jammz]
blud, can you see what i’m seeing?
living around spiteful human beings
can’t have something that’s worth anything
’cause someone you think you trust wants to pree it
more time, man think that i can’t see it
but i play dumb like i don’t know what a tree is
they must think i’m a dunce, but i’ve never been
a wasteman from the east end like ian
i’m a smart london boy, no cm
when i started, i had no pot to pee in
anything i want, i put the work in
so i don’t sleep like i don’t know what a z is
listen: if i want that, it’s mine if i see it
give me a few weeks, a mic, and you’ll see it
i ain’t talking about one of them ones
that will get me shifts sitting in the back of the prius
i’m lidge, banging out the music ting till i’m rich
and i’ve got the keys to the new bm
it’s all changed from i was a young lad
and i would have been alright with the new tns
i used to sit in front of the tv
watching nickelodeon, fox kids and cn
now it’s all work, work, work, till i can’t work anymore
’cause i wanna get that p in
if it’s politics, don’t involve me in
keep calm like once upon a grime’s tee is
me and my dargs couldn’t ever fall out
cuh me and my bruddas ain’t noel or liam
’nuff of these youts ain’t bad on the road
but they know about gunman when they’re mcing
blud, what’s to say if you sent for your gunner
that he wouldn’t be a myth like martin kian? you pr-ck

[chorus: jammz]
banging out the music ting till i’m rich
and i’ve got the keys to the new bm
banging out the music ting till i’m rich
and i’ve got the keys to the new bm
banging out the music ting till i’m rich
and i’ve got the keys to the new bm
banging out the music ting till i’m rich

[verse 2: marger]
i’m about my honey like melissa
might come to your ends like nisa
i will drag man out of his nissan
don’t play with a man’s contra
and i’ll thump man right in the bloodclart kisser
can’t listen to man be inner
all of my opps that don’t like me can’t do sh-t
so of course i’m a bloodclart winner
what you know about long nights out with the driller?
warm up dons like dinner
the whole ends know i’m a grinder
crush mcs like og vanilla
wu tang line, i’m a ghostface k!llah
cuh badderman realer
so much raw like man are godzilla
girl wan’ press like manaman’s jigga
face is dead but i like her figure
man can’t watch face but you’re chasing figures?
ain’t fooled by fillers
basic hoes, gotta school my hittas
man fi start ball out on his old n-ggas
that used to get f-cked left, right, and centre
by these barely active old spitters
i ain’t ever been scared of these bowkittens
talk too much, that’s why i can’t smoke with ’em
bless you, my flows mess you
intercept you, dem man kestral
rock fake kettles, you sound special
i short-breath you, burn out rentals
punch out dental appointments
man can’t tell a man eff all
big tings k!ll off your kids like bumbaclart menthol
i ain’t ever been judgemental
but they move detrimental

[chorus: jammz]
banging out the music ting till i’m rich
and i’ve got the keys to the new bm
banging out the music ting till i’m rich
and i’ve got the keys to the new bm

[verse 3: grim sickers]
i’m the rarest to ever do it
if i’m pursuing, you’ll be left in ruins
hospital bed or sipping on fluids
it’s me plus the whole d-mn crew in
and i’m swinging like jane and tarzan
i’ll cause a drop like kozzie on “spartan”
everyting lit till it’s first-degree arson
wicked man, max man, marksman
sickers, i’m my own one
spit like me, i don’t know one
don’t tweet me, ring my 070 one
you will get spun with a new or old one
sickers, i’ve been running through hoes
me against you, it’s anything goes
come from umbro trainers with holes
now it’s gh don l!cking down shows
cloak and dagger
black nwo, black bandana
pay homage to the flow, that’s a bad manor
got the gold tooth like it’s old ragga
arms all wham like gravediggers
dem man dere don’t rate sickers
dem girl f-cked like eight of us
swing, swing, swing like mayweather’s
all-black winter, r6 ninja
magnum binges, never had tinder
right hook just missed by a whisker
my girl’s b-tt done shut down insta
you can’t predict it, look how i flipped it
ten years’ time, you man’ll all witness
all-black mac-10
can’t send back if i already wrapped him
sickers

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