Текст песни Trojan Horse - Mr Streetz

Here's for the ones who chat
And here's for the ones who don't

Here's for the ones who chat
And here's for the ones who don't

Fuck it, Trojan Horse 'em
Don't err on the side of caution
Present one image, then attack
We'll make a late abortion
You might be 30
We'll still dispose you and your organs
Oh shit, that might be awkward
Are my lyrics way too morbid?
Fuck that, I don't care
I'll say what I want to, yeah
Lyrical talent, lyrical flair
Like I rainbow flicked the snare
Got an unmatched ego
Ego big, bigger than Deno
So you just can't knock me
I'm aware of the guys who watch and freeload
Deadset
Blah, blah, it's all just noise to me
You man are pussies like you're stitching on embroidery
So why be typing
Typing loads behind a screen
When you could say it to my face, I'd slap you joyfully

Here's for the ones who chat
And here's for the ones who don't
The first are wasting all your lives just typing on your phone
You think it's boring out there so your face is in a screen
Go touch some grass, please, then you might see what I mean
I've had enough
Grown up men who think they're tough
By commenting on art that they could never muster up
Their lives are boring
So they watch the ones like us
And criticise, they're jealous of the lives that they can't touch

I love the comments
Haters stay my biggest drive
I'll keep on dropping dirty bangers till they realise
That they could never match the levels that you see from I
Use your eyes, use your ears, and you can learn to rhyme
Blaze, big smoke, Skepta made me learn
I'll shutdown half the scene if I just let some bridges burn
The ones who don't support, the ones who care how much you earn
No I don't need them
In fact, they hold me back or worse
Cut it, cut, fuck it, tell them I won't miss em
I meet new people everywhere and how'd you think I've risen
My networking is huge so don't you think that I'll be missing you
If you have a negative effect then you and I are through
'Cool it down, Streetz
It's hardly something deep'
Oh but it is, if I was joking I'd be fucking weak
Yeah you can sit there in your bedroom for a fucking week
But don't go typing up online of what you think of Streetz

Here's for the ones who chat
And here's for the ones who don't
The first are wasting all your lives just typing on your phone
You think it's boring out there so your face is in a screen
Go touch some grass, please, then you might see what I mean
I've had enough
Grown up men who think they're tough
By commenting on art that they could never muster up
Their lives are boring
So they watch the ones like us
And criticise, they're jealous of the lives that they can't touch