DaVinChe, Ghetts - High Motive Riddim lyrics

G-h-e-Double t-s pS I'm back on my biggest
Picture painting with a pinch
Who said art is a
Stevie Wonder, a blind man, could see it
I know how to clean with the biros
So picture me with your eyes closed
Sitting in a dark room with a
Candle for a light bulb
One hand on my iPhone making a call
I tell a brudda come meet me in person
I don't really wanna say names when I talk
You'll never know when the phone's tapped
I'll hold back until I see
A nigga in the flesh
I know that when I see a nigga in the flesh
I could be way more specific with the details
Uh, what, where, where, how many man
How many feems how much money in the house
Them kind of talk there
You won't receive on the Email
Went, I sent it aired you, V12
Oi I ain't new to this
I go blang when I'm furious
I kick the front door off it's hinges
Once more to begin this
Well I wanna state this
Sent two man to the front room
Why would I try and get blood out of stone
When I can make blood pour out a witness
I'm cold with a blade
I get the code for the safe
Without raking a bone in a place
I've got his wife tied up in the kitchen
For trying to fling a bone in my face
She acting like a brother got rape and
It's mine but we don't condoning that
We just here for the money and the food
Silly bitch how haven't you noticed that
DaVinChe put the money in the bag
Brudda and let's get the fuck out
With the bag, with the Ps, lowest straps
Three niggas on the same shit, the same
Huh? I mean same whip
Can't wait to get back to
The base with the cash
The ganja and the crack dea's
Deep thoughts in the back of my brain
Got me acting the same maximum pace