Ghetts - Fine Wine lyrics

I just hit the belly i just hit the belly
I just hit the belly i just hit the belly

Rudeboy, I'm the certiest
A thank you ain't enough for my services
I was probably an accident
But I know what my purpose is
My skin is immaculate
But I've done some dirty tings tsss
Serving it trap
Strap on the lap like a serviette bang
Yosemite Sam circling
But, but, fam when them man had the van
I was hurdling

Fast forward, one foot in the industry door
Which way should I go? Can't call it
Same time they gave thing twentyfour
I wish you could ask Stormin
But I can't give him a ring anymore
You see when I feel cornеred


All I do is think of before
I drivе back to the house I struggled in
(What was that like?)
The one bed with a bathroom
The kitchen in the front room
My front room had a oven in
We was suffering (We was suffering)
Still loading, just buffering
I'm upstairs writing bars and
My daughter's colouring embarrassed
Had a bill to pay and my girl had to cover it
My guy said I should come on the move
All he needs me to do is just cover him
But Lamzi got me a job when
The Ps weren't coming in popular guy
Delivering pharmaceuticals
I asked God for a sign nine-to-five
Got me watching the time
Somebody asked for a pic
And I lost me some pride

Started praying again

My van never came how's that for a sign?
I couldn't stay in the end
T T Then I got the hunger back from Deja FM
Had to make a boy know he
Can't play with the pen fuck making amends
I was twenty-one, en route to making a M
Where's that guy gone? What's that guy on?
Had to remember myself like mum said
Where'd you get that vibe from?
I went back to the essence
It's not only bars, my brudda
I'm a man with a message
It's much more than slapping and cheffings
What about family settings?
What about actual blessings?
That new-year-new-me talk
What about January lessons?
The mic is my therapist
I'm just having a session
Them man there won't tell you this
They're capping, I'm shelling
They must've thought I had writer's block
The way these pricks try and write me off
Rap, grime or not
I'm a pocket finder, I find the spot
And me nah worship them and their idol gods
So man ah just come through
With the Bible cocked
I come here for everything these lot owe me
(These lot owe me)
Bro just rolls off the tongue
But he's not homie (He's not homie)
Things ain't what they seem
Please watch closely
James, Jordan, Steven, Kobe
About Gs not GOATly (GOATly)
I manifest things before the secrets show me
Had the codes and leaked them slowly
Had to show these people grown me
Can't talk bad about Ghetts 'round here
That look says, "Don't speak on brodie"
When you got real nigga
Bill Withers, they'll lean on broski

Let' talk about legacy
I don't care about nostalgia
My best years are ahead of me (Ahead of me)
When I signed to Warner, my brudda
I was already me
That's fifteen years hard work
No breaks or therapy
A cappella on DVDs, no beats
No bass or melodies
What the fuck you telling me?
Most my peers in the cemetery
Can't do an album, putting out mixtapes
Can't do a thousand
Whatever they do does terribly (Terribly)
Can't do a show, can't do a tour
Same lyrics from 2004
And these are the bruddas
That you rate heavily lowe me please
Just crown me please
Furthermore, I love converting
The non-believers
So, yeah, go ahead and doubt me, please
All they do is talk about drip
Ooh, don't drown me, please
I've had you here for way too long now
Hear the rest of the album please
(Album please)

Party, yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah i'ma go up and away, and just have a
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah
I'ma go up and away, and just have a party
Yeah