Текст песни Black - Dutchavelli

Nah, fam, fuck all these fake niggas, man
Free all the real niggas, my guy (come on) always bro (come on, come on)
You know what I'm sayin' my nigga? Man are so fake out here
All the real niggas be in jail (look)
Just do the ting, my nigga, make sure you fuck up the roads, innit?
Big Zeeko

Go on then brodie, please phone Kody
A man got touch at the donut shop
I hope he recovers in a week if not it's peak
He owes man guap
Put that to the back of my mind right now
Black trainers, black tracksuit, black gloves
What happens on opp block stays on opp block
We do not ride out with a loose tongue (ah-ah)

You are not bad, what have you done?
Sis see me get three man down in a night
She don't I did that more than once
I hate pigs call them c-
Cunch lines billed more than blunts (ah-ah)
Tryna get rich by any means
Even If it means running in drums (let's go)

Yo, it's Big Five, no lie man I live this life (yeah)
All of the bouncers at the door givin' out a frisk
Man's still got the sticks inside
Turn on the light I'm choppin' up bits of white
Got dark like the Brixton Riots (ay)
Flew Dam on the economy class, hit a lick with my darg
Came back on a business flight (ay)

I'm selling white girl that Kylie Monogue (yeah)
Practice what you preach but if I preach what I practice
That ain't no lie to promote (yeah)
Pray that the music ting works out for the best
Cah man's getting tired of the road (yeah)
And no one cares if you spent on thou' on your crep
In jail, that's the price of a phone (ah-ah)

In jail that's the price of a tech
I'm back live in the flesh
See how Jesus rise from the dead?
That's how felt when I walked out of the seg
Dutch I'm a boss (yeah)
What you know about signing checks?
Bedford, Manchester and then Bristol
I might go shutdown Brighton next (yeah)

Or I might just shut down Brum (ah-ah), Club 101
I got this connect that only sells weed in bulk
And I know his G's gonna come
You think I spent all this P's on jewels
And I ain't spend P's on a g-?

I'm just incriminating my own self
Just know intimidation won't help
Woah, woah, how low could you go? (Ah)
Like this one chick said she can post my dick pics
If I don't answer the phone
(I blocked that bitch that's a long dick)
(Don't act like the world ain't seen one of those)

I got this shit, no word like Flipz
I'ma put this in the funeral home (RIP)
I'm like I put the beat in the morgue right now
Tell a man go do the autopsy
See ow the insides got torn right out (ah)
The contracts got a clause right now
So C said that I can't talk right now
I got two bad B's from South and they
And they wanna come to the East side of the town
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Go on then brodie, please phone Kody
A man got touch at the donut shop
I hope he recovers in a week if not it's peak
He owes man guap
Put that to the back of my mind right now
Black trainers, black tracksuit, black gloves
What happens on opp block stays on opp block
We do not ride out with a loose tongue

You are not bad, what have you done?
Sis see me get three man down in a night
She don't I did that more than once
I hate pigs call them c-
Cunch lines billed more than blunts
Tryna get rich by any means
Even If it means running in drums

Don't fuck up and go back to jail my guy
Just stay on the road I know you can fuck it up my nigga
Come on my nigga, man, fam (yeah?)
Mans pissed you got lifed off my nigga, man
My guy, bro, don't even pree that my guy
Inshallah I get my appeal, bro
Come on, come on, free my nigga Dappo, you dun know