paroles de chanson Leonardo Da Vinci - Still Shadey

Oi I've been studying the greats you know
Picasso
Michelangelo
Leonardo Da Vinci and them man
The world's on the look out for the next masterpiece
That's why we gotta bring it back to the art
Yeah

Aint killing your flesh, then you cant be killy
My darg on a fast, but looking biggy
Tryna love my neighbour while I rep my city
All this money into Croydon, man I feel like Rishi
My fans call me Still, my girl calls me Stilly
I know the beauty fleeting, but that brown skin pretty
Use to be that Bobby and the Whitney
Till another name hit me
Now I'm outside
Sharing about the spirit that is in me
Too real for the reals, oh really
They see me on the IG
Or maybe the Tiki
I remember nights in the bandoe, hair picky
Now my daughter bout to play with these locs
24 on the clock
Arms ticky
Shadey like Leonardo da Vinci
Best artist on your iPhone, ask Siri
Why you think they call me Shade
I had the dark in me
Now I'm shining in the light
Cost to be the boss, that aint no ordinary price
I put that body on the cross and watch the vision come to life
I was 16, putting in them miles into a bike
And now I'm in the mercs
Motorway driving with the wife
Thats a life on a line, I'm putting mine in a mic
Warm blooded but its pure ice when I write
Red letters on the ink thats the type that I like
When I'm reading
I'm done, sike
Remember Sundays eating jellof and a fried rice
Then I went up cunch, and them rocks were looking like rice
Wanna live for God lil bro, you gotta die twice
Like you ever been front stage
And then he takes you out the limelight?
Watch that humble your soul till you shine right
Visions of a nice life
Darg I'm in the jungle with my bros
What's your life like
Any food around ere getting munched, that's a ice spice
Sampah hit me now we getting rappy
All that trauma really came in handy
I'm a young king and a baby daddy
The only shh I'm taking gonna be in a nappy
Bro this a different bracket, tell them go and check the tally
I was about, before these rappers started wearing ballys
No names, it could be another Tom, Dick or Harry
These street sermons really got me like I'm Omar Tackie
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