S.a.s. - Cheerio

Reppin' London Town out here
We go round-a-round the globe like merry-go
Kiss your fame goodbye, say "Cheerio"
Dipset, high commission is major, ay

Verse 1
Like of to a king, May had a dream, then I had a scheme
Now the streets call me King like the magazine
We got the keys to the city
Coppin' and shuttinStill moving keys through the city
F a crew, we living threat
So F your troops and your little Techs
We coppin' nukes on the Internet
I been a vet, May done stacked and a few ends
Hustlin' packs, now May back like that Nuben
A few gems, jewels and ice
Shoes is right, back to the future Nikes
I run with dudes that'll slap yo' kids (then what)
They'll hang they ass off the balcony like Jacko did
I'm stressed to figure how he the bestest nigga
S.a.s. is bigger, I beg to differ
We invaded in papes
Now the kids in the states say the kid is amazing like grace


Verse 2
For the price of fame, icy chains
In a blink of a eye, Blood, ya life could change
Yeah, nights was strange, always get enough sleep
But I had to hold heat, livin' in these cold streets Down for spittin', bound to rip them
Yo they siad we was nice but we sounded different
Now you clowns is dissin', quit that chit-chat
Chain out in Marcy, you wouldn't wrist that
It's kinda vivid though, what's the life I was livin' bro
Came from Britian for spittin' but was flippin' to get the dough
You should listen and see the vision if you don't get the flow
It's a hustle, kids in the struggle, that's who I'm reppin' foThis ain't hard to write, my bars is tight
I ain't tryna be locked behind bars, that's right
Been through plenty wars, now I'm scarred for life
I'm like the American flag, I got S.a.s.and stripes, yeah


Verse 3
F the U.K. rap scene, waitin' on a dream
I was in the crack scene waitin' on a fiend
Like we in that team, if Britian iS.a.s.ene
Catch me with the cap, lean, blazing on the green anNow I'm signed, you gon' see me grow
Into a songwriter, publisher, CEO
See me bro, the streets wanna see me blow
They acting young and restless like the TV show
We went from a still crowd to hearin' them real lud
Yo it's Brit and we still blazin', we makin' 'em real proud
Inticipatin', awaitin' this ill sound
Mega never fakin', I'm statin' the real now
So act the wrong way, get clapped the arms spray
I got hits with the Dips and tracks with Kanye
But I'm still gutter cuz I'm still in the gutter
Keep my steel in the gutter when I'm dealing that butter

Date: 19.09.2018      View: 163