Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stack & Count, artist - Sir HissDate of issue: 16.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stack & Count |
| I’ve been burnt and I haven’t been pally ever since |
| I grew around the outskirts and I was looking at the valley of the kings |
| I watched them tally up the wins |
| While I worked like I never had a ting |
| Solo rally, no assists |
| Lazy — that’s one thing I’ve never been |
| Man go where they’ve never been |
| And I clocked on, when a man stopped off |
| Man are kept on going, when them man are dropped off |
| I’m cut from a cloth, them man are not from |
| I’m not the same man I once was |
| I work with powers that these man have not got |
| Digital for these analogue dons |
| It’s me vs. me, but these man are not opps |
| Can’t be stopped, till man are locked on |
| We powered the bandwagon, that they jumped on |
| I ain’t never been scared of the badman bop |
| Me and them ain’t the same, we ain’t never been fam, not even my long lost |
| Bumps on the road, that I travel across |
| Savour the wins cause man’ve lost lots |
| Wandering, but man are not lost |
| And I’m holding it down, till man are on top |
| Face your fears and speak your truth |
| Know, that there’s no backing down |
| Take an L, shake it off |
| Trust your vibe and stand your ground |
| Mind your business, do your thing |
| Swerve and skrr and zat about |
| Around here, there’s no days off |
| Pattern, work, stack, count |
| East London, Ma-what? |
| Bitches wanna press play, don |
| MCs in the game get reigned on |
| Newcomers looking off, what are they |
| Max — unlimited tekkerz |
| Got lost in the world, full of drugs and heffers |
| Where man will clap corn at your sunday breakfast |
| I’m tryna put money in separate ventures |
| Don’t listen to lectures, I’m the big man around here |
| I’ve been in the trenches lurking |
| Whips got spun around here |
| I know, you think I’m chatting 'bout air |
| But the streets know |
| Zeds, when I reload |
| Please don’t get it twisted, pussy |
| Better get yourself a gun |
| In the manor, where the kids press sticks for fun |
| Face your fears and speak your truth |
| Know, that there’s no backing down |
| Take an L, shake it off |
| Trust your vibe and stand your ground |
| Mind your business, do your thing |
| Swerve and skrr and zat about |
| Around here, there’s no days off |
| Pattern, work, stack, count |
| Okay, no days off, generate and count |
| In the flats generating pounds |
| You know Aks forever blazing clowns |
| Swerve and skrr and race around |
| Yeah I went away, I’m elevating now |
| I’m blazing, come check the latest now |
| Them chasing now |
| But I can’t see one of 'em |
| I hit pockets like Ronnie O’Sullivan |
| Keep running them, I got tricks up my sleeve |
| Believe me, I’m uncivil |
| I’m on the ball, you’ll see a man dribble |
| I’m old school like Danny Wizzle |
| I’m old school just like Shizzle |
| I’m hot like Napa |
| Cah I’m in the middle of a mazza |
| And I bet them likkle man can’t stand up |
| When it’s me, Manga, the God and Maxsta |
| Face your fears and speak your truth |
| Know, that there’s no backing down |
| Take an L, shake it off |
| Trust your vibe and stand your ground |
| Mind your business, do your thing |
| Swerve and skrr and zat about |
| Around here, there’s no days off |
| Pattern, work, stack, count |