Lyrics A Roadman's Hymn - Kano
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Oh
Over
this
east
side,
yeah,
that's
the
settings
Work
all
day
just
for
toast
and
spaghetti
Kids
outside
on
road
BMXing
And
see
drug
dealers
roll
up
So
who
they
wanna
be
like?
Chaps
chain
gold
Avirex
jacket
and
a
GTI
Golf
Brown
skin
beauty
and
a
pocket
full
of
dough
And
a
presidential
Roley
frozen
So
please
don't
ever
act
like
you
know
man
If
you
ain't
from
round
here,
we
don't
spot
no
hand
Wonder
why
we
worship
cars
and
clothes,
man
We
don't
own
land
so
we're
stuck
in
no
man's
And
gangsters
are
like
superheroes
to
us
More
chance
of
being
them
than
a
lawyer
or
doc
Idris
lived
one
road
away,
what's
the
odds?
That's
two
black
youts
going
straight
to
the
top
Still
repping
that
east
side,
fuck
your
perception
First
class
and
five
stars,
hood
up
for
breakfast
Claridge's
for
tea,
don't
be
disrespect
it
A
hymn
for
the
streets,
let
the
hood
niggas
sing
it
like
Take
off
Watch
the
mandem
aim
for
the
top
Champagne
for
the
pain
and
Cîroc
Gotta
keep
a
roadman
safe
on
that
block
All
night
we
dream
of
that
life
All
night
we
prepped
for
this
fight
And
to
my
dargs
that
hold
me
down
More
life,
more
life
Please
free
the
mandem
that's
locked
up
I
ain't
saying
that
they
never
fucked
up
But
where
is
forgiveness?
Please
free
the
mandem
that's
locked
up
I
ain't
saying
that
they
never
fucked
up
But
where
is
forgiveness?
I
remember
when
Bruno
had
the
Punto
and
Manoor
had
the
Civic
Had
to
twang
a
bouncer
to
get
in
when
I
was
spitting
Always
had
the
vision
that
one
day
it
would
be
different
Nas
told
a
brother
it
was
written
Champagne
sipping,
pan
fry
two
fishes
Used
to
go
Yankees
for
£1
chicken
Youts
see
me
on
road
and
fear
uplifted
Yeah,
I'm
still
about
these
aimless
lyrics,
blud,
I
live
it
I
see
'nough
man
get
caught
up
in
the
system
Yet
mandem
sell
drugs
but
mandem
know
business
The
man
that
steals
cars,
that
man
there
could
fix
it
If
I
didn't
spit
bars,
could
be
behind
them
in
the
prison
Tell
a
kid
he
won't
be
shit,
he
won't
be
shit
I
tell
a
kid
like
Will
told
me,
"you'll
make
Ps,
kid"
And
when
that
cheque
came,
I
was
with
Smithy
up
in
Camden
Then
we
popped
champagne
with
my
mumzy
in
East
Ham
Fuck
about,
we
celebrate
Take
off
Watch
the
mandem
aim
for
the
top
Champagne
for
the
pain
and
Cîroc
Gotta
keep
a
roadman
safe
on
that
block
All
night
we
dream
of
that
life
All
night
we
prepped
for
this
fight
And
to
my
dargs
that
hold
me
down
More
life,
more
life
Please
free
the
mandem
that's
locked
up
I
ain't
saying
that
they
never
fucked
up
But
where
is
forgiveness?
Please
free
the
mandem
that's
locked
up
I
ain't
saying
that
they
never
fucked
up
But
where
is
forgiveness?
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Oh
It's
on
top
right
now
Cause
I
got
my
whole
city
turned
up
right
now
Champagne
for
the
pain
and
Cîroc
right
now
The
mandem
are
way
up
right
now,
stay
up
right
now
Smithy
looks
about
300k
up
right
now
The
smile
on
the
kids
says
it's
blatant
right
now
Jordan's
doing
amazing
right
now
You
know
that
means
some
motherfuckers
hating
right
now
Gotta
stop
the
sharking
and
the
snaking
right
now
A
hymn
for
the
streets,
niggas
praying
right
now
Can
I
get
a
amen
right
now?
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Oh
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
Oh
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