Lyrics Get Like This - Teddy Music, Capo Lee, Ears

Get Like This

You know it’s one of them ones
Yeah, survival of the fittest
No excuses
Don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
Man are going sick like meningitis
On another level, you are not like this
Born in the dark, fuck where the light is
I’ve got dons that’ll back out the strally on no dilly-dally
At the tip you’ll see the brightness
Born ina ching E4's finest
If you get rude, then I might just
Fling man across the room like this
Fling man across the room like this
Fling man across the room like this
See me on Déjà, see me on Kiss
See me on 1Xtra and Rinse
Gimme the mic and let me spit like this
Tryna reach out like satellite dish
Don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this
If you let it get like that, you won’t back him
Black burny in the backpack, that’s macking
If they nah come out inna 90 second
Jump out the car, run inside, bring the MAC in
Don’t let it get, please don’t let it happen
Pap pap pap pap, don’t let it happen
Hench guys ducking out, looking all mad and
Body on the carpet, look, it’s Aladdin
Police on the scene, rah, what the hell happened?
Anybody snitching, locate, grab him
I ain’t gonna call man or WhatsApp him
Pull out the tazer, what?
Zap him
I ain’t bringing him to Clapham
But I’ve got a safe place where I can clap him
Scope on this ting, man can see atoms
I attack man, man don’t wanna @ him, don’t let it happen
Don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this
I swear, if you come my yard with a blank CD
You will leave my yard with a blank CD
Come my yard with a blank CD
You’ll get World War 4 on a MP3
Bare swag songs on the wrong EP
Dem bwoy dere better come see me
I be in the Merc and chilling with the Turks and
Filling up petrol in the BP
It’s easy, everybody wanna be me
I’m tryna get hold of the Queen’s Ps
Everybody shout man on the BB
Block man if he’s asking a freebee
Any violation on the TV
Man will go blind just like Stevie
Known in the east, north, west and south
And man’s got connections like BT
Don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this
I said don’t let it get like this, brudda
I said don’t let it get like this