gham Lyrics by Headie One
My man said he got hammers for sell again
I ain’t dreamed by a bet, yeah I’m belling him
Fez them on to the set again
Oh boy it ain’t even safe on Telegram
Big rasc like Medellin, everywhere we go it’s Shelly and
Givenchy, Louis, Dior, Chanel again, short east side look good and everything
Bro told me he ain’t going back, gel again, just got Nick now, he’s back there again
Something got bound on a, lost that boot, had so much
They want me back in the trench again, I don’t know who’s genuine
Sounders end up dead again, I did try telling them
I did try telling ’em
Ozola with the amphetamine
If I was posh then it would have been ketamine
I was dead broke tryna sell everything
So I had to rap like Eminem
Now I’ve levelled up but I’m still levelling
Ain’t it funny how he chased down us
But nowadays I just chase down my beverage
And I still got a street *** fel again
She demand them Dunlop, Dunlin and Heron
And all now the feds gotta rise up
Evidence can’t really make white touch the red, white touch the red
Teddy Sheridan, I’m talking my ***, they ain’t letting me land
Got a sweet top and a London Sheridan, ooh
London Sheridan, gran, got his neck, ffff
My man said he got hammers for sell again
I ain’t dreamed by a bet, yeah I’m belling him
Fez them on to the set again
Oboe ain’t even safe on telegram
Big rask like Medellin, everywhere we go it’s Shelly and
Givenchy, Louis, Dior, Chanel again, short east side look good and everything
Bro told me he ain’t going back, gel again, just got Nick now, he’s back there again
Something got bound on her lost that boot had so much
They want me back in the trench again I don know who genuine
Something does end up dead again I did try telling them
It brown on ticks she melanin me and her eat it Michelin
The steak knife is far from a flick, shat, coming from the trench but I still got etiquette
Rappers start getting upset again, remembering, then they go trolling and that again
They say for me I can’t stand for them, true, there’s a body in the streets, it’s delicate
They say they want water, geminate, you know what the hitters will do for one
I’m feeling like Declan Rice at Emirates, separate
Lil bro turned his wrist to a B, you know me I love when a man them level in
Times when a B made a Fino D, it forced me to cut it, OT Genesis
My man said he got hammers for sell again
I ain’t dreamed by a bet, yeah I’m belling him
Fez them on to the set again
Oh boy it ain’t even safe on Telegram
Big rasc like Medellin, everywhere we go it’s Shelly and
Givenchy, Louis, Dior, Chanel again, short east side look good and everything
Bro told me he ain’t going back, gel again, just got Nick now, he’s back there again
Something got bound on a, lost that boot, had so much
They want me back in the trench again, I don’t know who’s genuine
Sounders end up dead again, I did try telling them