CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Don

Oh, my word
It's who?
It's mree, mree

Yeah, yeah
Everybody knows what me and D do to verses
Walk in the stu', any beat, any speed
Just gimme somethin' to work with
Talk about clash, I'll hit him where the nerve is (Greaze)
I don't know why I ever ask man, "Wagwan?"
'Cause I already know what the word is (Huh?)
Fake love got a big man like me flyin' 'round
With a tool in the car like I don't know what a bird is
International, bigger than the capital (Sets)
Now the guys at the label, they wanna talk when I see them
Talkin' about contracts, must be talkin' Vodafone
Free calls on the weekend (Brrr)
I get ten shows tryna see three Ms (Brrr)
And I speak facts
Big Smoke, I get the cash in
Dash back to the dunya with the Gs dem (Nice)
It's a bittersweet symphony
They say, "An eye for an eye" (Smoke)
You die by the sword
Nah, you can't look for no sympathy
I get high so I can ease the pain
But still I could never touch yay like Kimberly (Never)
I got rich and still I kept my dignity (Trust)
All the old Gs fallin' off, see Skeppy and D Double
That's who they wish to be