Текст песни Black on Black - Kam-Bu

Kicking down doors, I′m taking cause
Can't be a slave for minimum wage
Now I′m tryna be paid, so I'm craving more
Youths in the nighttime
Mum said she worried about knife crime
Hood superstars being paid though
Trap stars, F stars, labels
Got a pattern home like game on
My boss man was sending P's back home
From others of the age of April
Fuck a beef on a house code
You don′t own the land, that′s a wasted space
Come as one and we stick it to the man
Black on black, that's facts
But I only wanna know about business
Legit shit, man, we give things
If you had to jug a hun jugga
I don′t know about witness
Black on black, that's fam
Windrush, grandad′s clan
Flats on flats, that's stacks
Racks on bags, that′s gang
Black on black, that's plans
Black on black, that's fam
Windrush, grandad′s clan
Flats on flats, that′s stacks
Racks on bags, that's gang
Black on black, that′s plans
Pay attention to the trend that you circle
Life is a loop, but we change, and we age too
22 years I've been here, feel like I know shit
I don′t know shit
Events from my past had my soul split
Side to the ground where I found her
Then I had to mould it
How can we out for me
That's the truth
Skip breakfast so I ate in the booth
No flash on me, but I′m paid when I shoot
Tell my young ones, be humble
I promise that our day's coming soon
Never liked the gods so I prayed to the moon
Didn't have to bang, but I′m saved for the groons
Living like ants and no space where we bloom
Put down the weed, now I′m taking the 'shrooms
Day′s coming soon, day's coming soon
Black on black, that′s fam
Windrush, grandad's clan
Flats on flats, that′s stacks
Racks on bags, that's gang
Black on black, that's plans
Black on black, that′s fam
Windrush, grandad′s clan
Flats on flats, that's stacks
Racks on bags, that′s gang
Black on black, that's plans
Racks on bags, that′s gang
Black on blacks, that's plans
Black on black, that′s fam
Windrush, grandad's clan
Coolie, bad girl Bratz
Gold hoops, rings and plaits from the flats
With the mandem trap
Black on black, that's fam
Windrush, grandad′s clan
Coolie, bad girl Bratz
Gold hoops, rings and plaits from the flats
With his cats and chavs
Odds been stacked on man
Skills that I broke, bad dams
Still screw pigs in vans
Still get lid with grams
Still we′ll drift and jabs
Stick some whips and nanks
Won't be a legacy
Different plan, I′m a different man
And take this instant plan
Link up, build up brands
For-for when to sinks and cabs
Black on black, that's fam
Windrush, grandad′s clan
Flats on flats, that's stacks
Racks on bags, that′s gang
Black on black, that's plans
Black on black, that's fam
Windrush, grandad′s clan
Flats on flats, that′s stacks
Racks on bags, that's gang
Black on black, that′s plans