Текст песни Standard - Oboise

It's that time of the year when I snap again
See the fakes act up again
Turn my hard work into gains
See the real ones love again
Lemme start again
Yh I snapped the game
See the fakes packed up again
Turn my workout into gains
See that real one love again
Lemme hold the pen
So I hear bars on the daily
And these bars really get me crazy
Cuz mans been around bars from early
Slow down. Lemme get you crazy
See, I hear wordplay and punchlines
Like I spit lines, I don't sniff lines
Behind my bars, I don't do time
Hold on one sec. Lemme do mine
So, man's don't mess with the snitch like Potter
Heard lyrical lines and lyrical murders
Set myself up to succeed through my music
Yeah, that's a lyrical lay up. Damn
Bad with the pen, you wanna run up. Why?
Click clack if they really wanna try
Bang bang if they really wanna fly
I send souls up into the sky
Cuz that's the only way you remain on top
Was mad vibes when infinity dropped
Well known in the scene. Talk of the town cuz my album popped
So that's why I'm next to the stars like Patrick
Fifth EP. So I'm way past hatrick
Said no to a tour, and almost got signed
Been around fake agents that's matrix
So fool me once, can't fool me again
King in the jungle. Known as the main
Right now, I hear my name all around but the city was hush before I came
And that's real
See, right now, everything lyrical
No diss or subliminals
I tried to keep it minimal
A few more now. Watch how I let go
Man's united with the squad from young
Look. I'm sure (luke shaw) that went over your head
Or you just couldn't catch like David (De Gea)
Or you just to blind on a daily (Daley Blind)
Ok. If I send shots I'll be a shooting star
Nah, that's way too easy
I should be a postman or a midwife. It's my job to deliver these bars
We all got bars but I'm one of the few that could serve you a drink
And if that's over your head, I don't know how you think
Did you catch that? In this bar, I could serve you a drink
At worst man, I know I'm top 3
But you too shook cuz you know I'm the one
So watch how they run
Rap about goons and drugs
Rap about whipping the gun
But in person, they ain't on nuttin
Just to talk back to a bruda like me
That's all talk no action
Mahn you ain't packing
Be yourself. Stop pretending
One of the best. We all B1
You wanna be on top, and I wanna B2
Out of the cages. We wanna B3
I'm on a whole new ting they never seen B4
Yh, shots fired. Bodies expired
They got mad when the kid got hired
All the hate really gets me tired
One sec lemme switch to my grime flow
Nike tracksuit. Everything black
Pen on my side mahn. Everything strapped
Big money now, everything bagged
Limp in my step cuz the bags on my back
Man like me grew up on man like Wretch
Chip and Stormzy, man like Ghetts
Nice on the beat. You know how man gets
Man do bars. Man don't do threats
So right now, everything standard
Everything standard
Right now everything standard
Everything standard
Right now, everything standard
Everything standard