Headie One - Of Course lyrics
[Headie One - Of Course lyrics]
M1OnTheBeat m1OnTheBeat
Bro just beat a next AM
He ain't tell me, that’s normal
Step with the metal, that's daily
It won't fail me, that’s bro-bro
On the opp block we took selfies
Our presence, it was known of
Now they don't even know it's us
When we get on that scoreboard
Back hand grip with my black blade
Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen
I'm in station like 5am
Been like five AM's and not once mans spoken
How many times have the
Gangdem denied them splashings
Like five in the morning?
It's the crack of dawn
I barely know where I am
And I'm still yawnin'
Really do them things that we talk of
The gang ain’t fall off
Still pree that 4 44 long
Nuttin’ but the baddest of B's
Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log
I step with the ah, nearly as long as me
I don’t even care if it's sawn-off
Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos
Feds want me in the system, no solar
Bad B in the visit hall, I'm like 'oh lard’
Again I got a boner
She wanna know what day I come home on
I know what it feels like to go
Back and forth with my lawyer
Cah he tell me what day I got court on
I don't know that opp or what
Road he got caught on or the date or timin'
'Course I'm lyin'
I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet
But 'course we're tryin'
I don't know that dinger or what's
On the clock yet bro
But 'course it's mileage
Interview room, I don't know what I done yet
Each and every time, 'course I'm silent
I'm a product of my environment
So my music, 'course it's violent
I don't even know why my shows get locked yet
But 'course it's Trident
Bro's beefin' I don't even know
If he's right or wrong
Yet 'course I'm riding
Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying
'course it's fryin' (Aye, aye)
Opp block settings, dressed all sporty
Shoot straight
I don't air it in my Air Jordans
Opp boys going on the net, going talky
I ain't tryna hear it, them man informers
Living life on the fast lane
From kway-kway we been cuttin' them corners
Tell bro-bro get some new smoking dingers
When we bruck down this corner
T house settings, skeng in my workers face
So they tryna be koalased
Primary school days it was astroturfs
Now we can do kick ups in Pradas
Really take these risks
Been doin' up field, no farmer
These old timers ain't on nuttin'
They fell off, Jamie O'Hara
Got this bad B from Ghana
Top floors, calamari for starter
I gotta stay humble
There's times that I paid a
Few pens for a charger
You ain't ever done twenty eight
Days in the T
Still feelin' like you've gotta go harder
Scrape that shit so hard
Swear I nearly broke that Pyrex
And yes it was four whole months on basic
I swear it nearly broke my mindset
Been jail three times
I don't know how I'm out here
'Course I'm tired
(I don't even wanna risk my freedom
Ahh, it's mad)
'Course I'm lyin'
I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet
But 'course we're tryin'
I don't know that dinger or what's
On the clock yet bro
But 'course it's mileage
Interview room, I don't know what I done yet
Each and every time, 'course I'm silent
I'm a product of my environment
So my music, 'course it's violent
I don't even know why my shows get locked yet
But 'course it's Trident
Bro's beefin' I don't even know
If he's right or wrong
Yet 'course I'm riding
Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying
'course it's fryin' (Aye, aye)
M1OnTheBeat m1OnTheBeat
Bro just beat a next AM
He ain't tell me, that’s normal
Step with the metal, that's daily
It won't fail me, that’s bro-bro
On the opp block we took selfies
Our presence, it was known of
Now they don't even know it's us
When we get on that scoreboard
Back hand grip with my black blade
Ching mans head, leave that more than swollen
I'm in station like 5am
Been like five AM's and not once mans spoken
How many times have the
Gangdem denied them splashings
Like five in the morning?
It's the crack of dawn
I barely know where I am
And I'm still yawnin'
Really do them things that we talk of
The gang ain’t fall off
Still pree that 4 44 long
Nuttin’ but the baddest of B's
Cats, fiends, plugs in my call log
I step with the ah, nearly as long as me
I don’t even care if it's sawn-off
Tracksuit, no chinos, no polos
Feds want me in the system, no solar
Bad B in the visit hall, I'm like 'oh lard’
Again I got a boner
She wanna know what day I come home on
I know what it feels like to go
Back and forth with my lawyer
Cah he tell me what day I got court on
I don't know that opp or what
Road he got caught on or the date or timin'
'Course I'm lyin'
I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet
But 'course we're tryin'
I don't know that dinger or what's
On the clock yet bro
But 'course it's mileage
Interview room, I don't know what I done yet
Each and every time, 'course I'm silent
I'm a product of my environment
So my music, 'course it's violent
I don't even know why my shows get locked yet
But 'course it's Trident
Bro's beefin' I don't even know
If he's right or wrong
Yet 'course I'm riding
Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying
'course it's fryin' (Aye, aye)
Opp block settings, dressed all sporty
Shoot straight
I don't air it in my Air Jordans
Opp boys going on the net, going talky
I ain't tryna hear it, them man informers
Living life on the fast lane
From kway-kway we been cuttin' them corners
Tell bro-bro get some new smoking dingers
When we bruck down this corner
T house settings, skeng in my workers face
So they tryna be koalased
Primary school days it was astroturfs
Now we can do kick ups in Pradas
Really take these risks
Been doin' up field, no farmer
These old timers ain't on nuttin'
They fell off, Jamie O'Hara
Got this bad B from Ghana
Top floors, calamari for starter
I gotta stay humble
There's times that I paid a
Few pens for a charger
You ain't ever done twenty eight
Days in the T
Still feelin' like you've gotta go harder
Scrape that shit so hard
Swear I nearly broke that Pyrex
And yes it was four whole months on basic
I swear it nearly broke my mindset
Been jail three times
I don't know how I'm out here
'Course I'm tired
(I don't even wanna risk my freedom
Ahh, it's mad)
'Course I'm lyin'
I don't know why they ain't turned pack yet
But 'course we're tryin'
I don't know that dinger or what's
On the clock yet bro
But 'course it's mileage
Interview room, I don't know what I done yet
Each and every time, 'course I'm silent
I'm a product of my environment
So my music, 'course it's violent
I don't even know why my shows get locked yet
But 'course it's Trident
Bro's beefin' I don't even know
If he's right or wrong
Yet 'course I'm riding
Long as my OF's lively, beef ain't dying
'course it's fryin' (Aye, aye)
M1OnTheBeat m1OnTheBeat