Capo Lee, Shorty, Jme, Frisco - More lyrics
[Capo Lee, Shorty, Jme, Frisco - More lyrics]
Teddy
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Man have got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell, but could've got
(Capo) Could've got more
Came from the bando, now I do tour
I can't give a man time of day
If I felt your energy and weren't too sure
Man see his friend get twenty-five years
He'll be on the frontline, tryna do more
Fly two shell in a paigon's ride
Bust that light, could've got more
Came out the background
Tunes like 'Mack Rounds'
Man better stand down
Too much style and swag that I hand out
Man see a cheque, that's on-site, ran down
Online causing Pasa
Calling, and I'm just there like Santan
All them sly ones but I don't say
Man got my ear to the street like handstand
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Man have got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell, but could've got
(Moesh) Could've got more
Man are like 'Shorty, you can do more'
I can't lie, work rate's been poor
Last five years I've been living on tour
You can ask Skepta, done about four
Still gotta do more
I've gotta put my foot in that door
I'm that guy that you can't ignore
Still gotta get mine
Ten years plus, still fucking up grime
I'm my own person, one of a kind
Sick flow, sick content, sick rhymes
Sick-sick in the head
Won't stop 'til the day that I'm dead
Us man are winning, you know the score
But, still man I gotta do more (Moesh)
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Man have got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell, but could've got
(Woi, woi, woi, woi) Gimme more, gimme more
Stepped out in some designer couture
Out to all my YG's on the ends
Keep doing you cah you gotta get yours
In my studio, bad B on all-fours
I read the email, I saw the offer
Tell him he gotta offer a bit more
Play with me, I'll put your life on pause
Oh my gosh man, I'm rated highly
I'm with the OG's and I'm with the YG's
Two nines, yeah I call them Siamese
I dare one of these likkle wasteman try me
Uh i'm with Capo and dem man
Give me war, but I ain't tryna beg man
I saw your girl and she was like 'Hi!'
Me, I get higher than Method and Red Man
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Manna got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two sh-
(Serious) I looked in the
Bathroom mirror this morning
And realised man's still here
Fucking hell, give me that then
Don't even want it
But I share with the mandem
Grime MC FM, yeah, who spat then?
Give me the bank details and I'll rack them
Celebration, we made it from back then
While other MC's tryna attack
I'm flying on the map
Don't hate 'cause I work while
You're lying on your back
They wanna tear man down?
How you gonna tear man
Down when I'm underground? Can't go lower
Bait phone, yeah, fam, same old blower
New-school, old-school, new-gen, old-gen
Fuck that shit, man a badboy flow-er
Step on the stage and hear the crowd roar
They want more (Serious)
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Man have got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell, but could've got
(Capo) Could've got more
Came from the bando, now I do tour
I can't give a man time of day
If I felt your energy and weren't too sure
Man see his friend get twenty-five years
He'll be on the frontline, tryna do more
Fly two shell in a paigon's ride
Bust that light, could've got more
Came out the background
Tunes like 'Mack Rounds'
Man better stand down
Too much style and swag that I hand out
Man see a cheque, that's on-site, ran down
Online causing Pasa
Calling, and I'm just there like Santan
All them sly ones but I don't say
Man got my ear to the street like handstand
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Man have got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell, but could've got
(Moesh) Could've got more
Man are like 'Shorty, you can do more'
I can't lie, work rate's been poor
Last five years I've been living on tour
You can ask Skepta, done about four
Still gotta do more
I've gotta put my foot in that door
I'm that guy that you can't ignore
Still gotta get mine
Ten years plus, still fucking up grime
I'm my own person, one of a kind
Sick flow, sick content, sick rhymes
Sick-sick in the head
Won't stop 'til the day that I'm dead
Us man are winning, you know the score
But, still man I gotta do more (Moesh)
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Man have got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two shell, but could've got
(Woi, woi, woi, woi) Gimme more, gimme more
Stepped out in some designer couture
Out to all my YG's on the ends
Keep doing you cah you gotta get yours
In my studio, bad B on all-fours
I read the email, I saw the offer
Tell him he gotta offer a bit more
Play with me, I'll put your life on pause
Oh my gosh man, I'm rated highly
I'm with the OG's and I'm with the YG's
Two nines, yeah I call them Siamese
I dare one of these likkle wasteman try me
Uh i'm with Capo and dem man
Give me war, but I ain't tryna beg man
I saw your girl and she was like 'Hi!'
Me, I get higher than Method and Red Man
Gotta get more
Man see blessings, gotta get more
See a little bread but I gotta get more
Manna got tunes but I gotta get more
Man get love, but should I get more?
Running up numbers, tryna do more
Send two sh-
(Serious) I looked in the
Bathroom mirror this morning
And realised man's still here
Fucking hell, give me that then
Don't even want it
But I share with the mandem
Grime MC FM, yeah, who spat then?
Give me the bank details and I'll rack them
Celebration, we made it from back then
While other MC's tryna attack
I'm flying on the map
Don't hate 'cause I work while
You're lying on your back
They wanna tear man down?
How you gonna tear man
Down when I'm underground? Can't go lower
Bait phone, yeah, fam, same old blower
New-school, old-school, new-gen, old-gen
Fuck that shit, man a badboy flow-er
Step on the stage and hear the crowd roar
They want more (Serious)