Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Til I'm Rich , by - NonamesRelease date: 29.11.2018
Song language: English
Til I'm Rich |
| 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 prick |
| 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 |
| 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 shit |
| 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 Killah |
| 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 niggas |
| That used to get fucked 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 kill off your kids like bumbaclart menthol |
| I ain’t ever been judgemental |
| But they move detrimental |
| 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 |
| 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 damn 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 licking 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 fucked 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 butt 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 |