Текст песни Brum Town Baby - RK

From the slums, Im a Brum town baby
From the slums, Im a Brum town baby

Man i'm from the slums, i'm a Brum town baby
Hella oons and abby's they been going on lately
F*ck with my team he must be after a sun tan
Hooter in the passit with a stick like bun-bam
In Acardin, grey grey goose spilling
His girl on me so now we all up in his feelings
These man are jokers why they talk about killings
You work with your dad thats all you know about drilling

Yo its RK i know you heard of me
My dons will line up your shirt like its Burberry
I heard the gas, I hear them talking like their on job
They can aim a stick at me and end up with they gun robbed
Cuz when its go time what if they be freezing up
If you got a towel, man you real then you ain't real enough
I got man in my Dm's sayin keep it up
F*ck the ends tryna do around the world like a keepie up
They on games, me and rhyme we don't play those
We pattern sh*t, pattern gang like Fredo
Broad day runna man down on the main road
Catch man slap it on his head like some? rolls

In the zone again, backed up gotta hit the road again
Got my babe stressin ringing up my phone again
Thats another night i ain't coming home again

Man i'm from the slums, i'm a Brum town baby
Hella oons and abby's they been going on lately
F*ck with my team he must be after a sun tan
Hooter in the passit with a stick like bun-bam
In Acardin, grey grey goose spilling
His girl on me so now we all up in his feelings
These man are jokers why they talk about killings
You work with your dad thats all you know about drilling

Im not a rapper, i rap cuz im good at it
Girls used to air me on my di*k just because of it
I hit a once the its back to the road side
Im in KFC with a pack cuz my phone died
I got too much sauce mana flavourless
Walked in the penthouse
Found like it was made for us
From young i knew i wasn't average
All i do is chase money, yes i am my dads kid
So if your getting money throw your hands up in the air
I got trappers over here, i got trailers over there
Step to me nah they really wouldn't dare
Prison don't faze my shoot, nah it really doesn't care
So if your getting money lemme see you throw your hands up

We all can relate, we grind hard to get our bands up
Bro just rang up and he said he in beef
I said say no more, grab the sweets and i hang up
It seems all my life, i've been running from the plug
When i get the thirty i ain't tryna have a job
My bro got the hooter, ill be giving him the nob
Make a man hold corn while it isn't on the cob
I see man posting pic's with their wifey oh god
I can never wife a jeez are you mad
Im preeing up the insta and im laughing oh god
Like say my di*k hasn't been in half of their gobs
Giuseppes on my feet but i dont care for them
Remember when they used to air me, now i'm airing them
Count a stack, then i create a stack
Go town spend a stack, next day make it back

In the zone again, backed up gotta hit the road again
Got my babe stressin ringing up my phone again
Thats another night i ain't coming home again