Clavish - Blue Plate lyrics
[Clavish - Blue Plate lyrics]
Eating off a blue plate
Thinking about Nobu, Novi, Haka
Niggas had me feeling mashup
That's another pending mazza
Tell the label, I'm a real nigga
Doing what I'm rapping
and if niggas say I'm not
Boy, I promise you they're wassin'
I ain't stressing 'bout no
Girl holding it down
When I touch road, I'ma be rolling around
I got so much beef, I can't be a vegetarian
Explaining to the Catch 22
I ain't scared of them
Explaining to probation, when I'm home
I'm patterned got like five labels tryna get
Me on the wagon
You're not down when it's crunch time
You're known to panic
Don't call him crash, 'cause he crashes cars
He's known to crash it
I got school friends that became, enemies
Enemies tryna be friends with me
Keep an eye on your bitch
She's way too friendly friends come and go
Hoes do the same, so I cum, then I go
I might PJ or VVS my wrist when I'm home
I'm like Wee-Bey
I would never snitch on my bros
Eating off a blue plate
Eating out a blue bowl
Thinking 'bout a new shape
And how I'm gonna do road
And how I'm gonna run inside
Harrods for some new clothes
People runnin' up, to me
Telling me my tune's cold
Told mummy I'm a rapper now
I ain't got two phones
First day out, hope I don't nut within
Two strokes i got drip for days
Fuck it I got drippy ways
I can give you drip but
Then you gotta go E&A, i mean A&E
I can get you bored up, for the wrong comment
Careful what you say to me
Bought Dior's but wore them once
They might not get a second wearing
I been hittin' stains since secondary
Ever put your faith in a
Crackhead? Watch him whip it, scary
My cellmate loves cooking so I whip it barely
I'm on my ones but they put me on the threes
G-wing, gov' saying no exercise for me
They think I'll get into beef
But I'm waiting till I'm free
Then I'll slide up on the
Three, with the fours
Quick maths I score points
Anytime I pop a door, big facts
I got a joint
In my DM's, small tit's, big back
If I take without paying
I ain't doing give backs
I'm like, Jadon Sancho on the wing
But I'm soon back
I'm in a Volkswagen Polo with two straps
Just me, myself, and I
I heard niggas started snitching
But I'm not surprised
I might, cop a TT just to bust the lights
And keep my eyes, peeled
'Cah there's jakes on the strip
I rap street shit but now I'm
Basically lidge i'm basically lit
No I don't sell drugs, baby girl I buy food
Then I make me a drink
Its a smoothie, she loves running her mouth
In her runners she a cutie
9 out of 10 on a bad day, normal
She wants all my unreleased
Songs on her phone, like say
I ain't about to drop Rap Game, Awful
Eatin' off a blue plate
Dropped couple niggas out 'cah we we
Weren't on the same page
Or even in the same book fuck a new batch
I'm on a glizzy with the same crooks
Them niggas rep the 16 wrong
That's why we don't get along
I just wanna land road
Coming home to pull strings
Without playing the banjo and I made
Six figures clean without the bando
Now the trap's, jealous of my lyrics
'cause thats how I did it
Two rambos in Nandos that's how I'm living
And I wish I was kidding
But I'm not, I swear it feels like
There's 48 hours in a day, in the jailhouse
So I stopped, looking at the clock, but I'm
Eatin' off a blue plate
Thinking 'bout a top taste
Used to be a class clown
Never had no top grades
You can get a shot face
Just for tryna watch face
Now you got a face shot
Now you can't FaceTime
Could've been in jail for a couple
Cheffings in the day time
Eatin' off a blue plate
Could've been an eight, nine
You're always tryna rush shit
Learn how to take time
Stick before the Day-Date
Just incase they wanna take mine
Still got Kim and Ray J re-up don't relax
Tryna put your woman crush
Wednesday on her knee-caps
I don't need feedback 10 for a 16 but
I used to run 'round town with a G pack
Eatin' off a blue plate
The jail ting's meady
Fans on the landing, the rap scene need me
I was banged up like, "Shit
They need to free me"
More money than, any Stokey yute
So I'm cheeky
Ay, yo, believe what I'm saying
I was in jail with niggas that
Got, tsk, more than eight, nine
And telling me, "Gang, go rap
Wok house ting tired" do you understand?
And this was like a year ago, you feel me?
And it's crazy 'cah man weren't tryna rap
Man weren't tryna be a rapper, you feel me?
Took man time to peak like yo, this ting can
Actually change your life, you feel me?
So that being said, next year
2022 man's rapping, rapping, rapping
You understand? For real
But, naturally, separately
Free all the guys doing blue plate
Hella names you know what time it is
You know who's lying too much and
We know who's trying hard you feel me?
Gang, 2022
Thinking about Nobu, Novi, Haka
Niggas had me feeling mashup
That's another pending mazza
Tell the label, I'm a real nigga
Doing what I'm rapping
and if niggas say I'm not
Boy, I promise you they're wassin'
I ain't stressing 'bout no
Girl holding it down
When I touch road, I'ma be rolling around
I got so much beef, I can't be a vegetarian
Explaining to the Catch 22
I ain't scared of them
Explaining to probation, when I'm home
I'm patterned got like five labels tryna get
Me on the wagon
You're not down when it's crunch time
You're known to panic
Don't call him crash, 'cause he crashes cars
He's known to crash it
I got school friends that became, enemies
Enemies tryna be friends with me
Keep an eye on your bitch
She's way too friendly friends come and go
Hoes do the same, so I cum, then I go
I might PJ or VVS my wrist when I'm home
I'm like Wee-Bey
I would never snitch on my bros
Eating off a blue plate
Eating out a blue bowl
Thinking 'bout a new shape
And how I'm gonna do road
And how I'm gonna run inside
Harrods for some new clothes
People runnin' up, to me
Telling me my tune's cold
Told mummy I'm a rapper now
I ain't got two phones
First day out, hope I don't nut within
Two strokes i got drip for days
Fuck it I got drippy ways
I can give you drip but
Then you gotta go E&A, i mean A&E
I can get you bored up, for the wrong comment
Careful what you say to me
Bought Dior's but wore them once
They might not get a second wearing
I been hittin' stains since secondary
Ever put your faith in a
Crackhead? Watch him whip it, scary
My cellmate loves cooking so I whip it barely
I'm on my ones but they put me on the threes
G-wing, gov' saying no exercise for me
They think I'll get into beef
But I'm waiting till I'm free
Then I'll slide up on the
Three, with the fours
Quick maths I score points
Anytime I pop a door, big facts
I got a joint
In my DM's, small tit's, big back
If I take without paying
I ain't doing give backs
I'm like, Jadon Sancho on the wing
But I'm soon back
I'm in a Volkswagen Polo with two straps
Just me, myself, and I
I heard niggas started snitching
But I'm not surprised
I might, cop a TT just to bust the lights
And keep my eyes, peeled
'Cah there's jakes on the strip
I rap street shit but now I'm
Basically lidge i'm basically lit
No I don't sell drugs, baby girl I buy food
Then I make me a drink
Its a smoothie, she loves running her mouth
In her runners she a cutie
9 out of 10 on a bad day, normal
She wants all my unreleased
Songs on her phone, like say
I ain't about to drop Rap Game, Awful
Eatin' off a blue plate
Dropped couple niggas out 'cah we we
Weren't on the same page
Or even in the same book fuck a new batch
I'm on a glizzy with the same crooks
Them niggas rep the 16 wrong
That's why we don't get along
I just wanna land road
Coming home to pull strings
Without playing the banjo and I made
Six figures clean without the bando
Now the trap's, jealous of my lyrics
'cause thats how I did it
Two rambos in Nandos that's how I'm living
And I wish I was kidding
But I'm not, I swear it feels like
There's 48 hours in a day, in the jailhouse
So I stopped, looking at the clock, but I'm
Eatin' off a blue plate
Thinking 'bout a top taste
Used to be a class clown
Never had no top grades
You can get a shot face
Just for tryna watch face
Now you got a face shot
Now you can't FaceTime
Could've been in jail for a couple
Cheffings in the day time
Eatin' off a blue plate
Could've been an eight, nine
You're always tryna rush shit
Learn how to take time
Stick before the Day-Date
Just incase they wanna take mine
Still got Kim and Ray J re-up don't relax
Tryna put your woman crush
Wednesday on her knee-caps
I don't need feedback 10 for a 16 but
I used to run 'round town with a G pack
Eatin' off a blue plate
The jail ting's meady
Fans on the landing, the rap scene need me
I was banged up like, "Shit
They need to free me"
More money than, any Stokey yute
So I'm cheeky
Ay, yo, believe what I'm saying
I was in jail with niggas that
Got, tsk, more than eight, nine
And telling me, "Gang, go rap
Wok house ting tired" do you understand?
And this was like a year ago, you feel me?
And it's crazy 'cah man weren't tryna rap
Man weren't tryna be a rapper, you feel me?
Took man time to peak like yo, this ting can
Actually change your life, you feel me?
So that being said, next year
2022 man's rapping, rapping, rapping
You understand? For real
But, naturally, separately
Free all the guys doing blue plate
Hella names you know what time it is
You know who's lying too much and
We know who's trying hard you feel me?
Gang, 2022