Jme, President T - Ding Ding Ding lyrics
[Jme, President T - Ding Ding Ding lyrics]
Preditah
Ding-ding-ding!
Man in Meridian, I mean man with gwop
Man try diss my whip? Two days later
They wanna swap
Not really down with the trance and pop
I know man that will come
To your dance and chop
Greatest hit's, greatest hit's
Platinum chair? Greatest sit's
This game will be dead
If the greatest quit's
I can see nerves, when the greatest spit's
You can ask Jamie, Commercial Road, wow
There's another commercial sold
And I came through with a commercial load
How you gonna stand on road
With no fixed abode
You must be breaking the code
How you gonna move into
Greatness without the skill
Back in Meridian, I had a mill
Now it's like, everybody nil
Somebody's gonna get life
Next thing you know everybody squeal, yeah
Don't come to my door start raising tones
I will start raising chromes
One to your shoulder, one to your toes
I mean, straps that are bigger than Tobz
Came from a town of afros, not any combs
Tottenham to Manny, President roams
Yeah I got ice, yeah I got cream
Not any cones
Now we got man, wanna spy on drones
Ding-ding-ding!
One punch, shout out to my dons in cunch
But just like KA
That ain't the ting man does in hindsight
There's so many paths that I could've taken
Coulda took, coulda tooken
Coulda got jook, coulda jooken
Fam, I didn't wanna blaze no spliff and
Definitely didn't wanna snort no sniff
I wanted to kick ball, but man was shit
Mandem getting locked away
Boydem weren't fucking about
I said to myself like your boy DJ Akademiks
"I'm out!"
Have you ever been on a big screen on
Main stage eating bare grapes
And chucked them
I will never leave this sick
Team no, it's family, BBK, i love them
Remember please
That this was a dream when I was a
Little teen writing my name in the dungeon
I was 17
Spitting 16's in N15 for teenagers in London
We ain't the same
Man watched Yourofsky and actioned
It the same day
Been through pain, got evicted
Mum had to stay with Auntie Elaine
Now it's all changed
Now loss of life is the only meaning of pain
Think it's a game? Man shut down
Wireless and parked the whip backstage
Pull up the tune
I make the Tesla pull up on the drive
Neighbours stare like look at this goon
No matter where I reside, man's
From T just like three, two
Man's from T just like two, three
Man's from T just like two, two
Man's from T just like MT you're so slow
Let me explain if you don't know
That's Wretch, Cas, Cel and Frisco
You can't test man from these postcodes
New school G's tryna buy success
Too much spending, not enough winning
Stunting online living that fake life
Too many photos, not enough living (hmm)
Know Boy Better
I stay cold in more ways than ever
I wear shorts and t-shirts whether or
Not it's shorts and t-shirts weather
I don't wanna chat
Bare man tryna make eye contact
Man wanna latch, like say we go way back
Asking "Where's Wiley at?" (kmt) God knows
Keep me away from these fassyoles
We all commute on the same roads
Man don't care 'bout gang or bro
Man try run up on me, ten toes?
You'll be limping home, eight toes
V-gang yeah, so no beef but corn on
The curb so everybody knows
(Hmm kmt) Hmm? Bars
Ding-ding-ding!
Man in Meridian, I mean man with gwop
Man try diss my whip? Two days later
They wanna swap
Not really down with the trance and pop
I know man that will come
To your dance and chop
Greatest hit's, greatest hit's
Platinum chair? Greatest sit's
This game will be dead
If the greatest quit's
I can see nerves, when the greatest spit's
You can ask Jamie, Commercial Road, wow
There's another commercial sold
And I came through with a commercial load
How you gonna stand on road
With no fixed abode
You must be breaking the code
How you gonna move into
Greatness without the skill
Back in Meridian, I had a mill
Now it's like, everybody nil
Somebody's gonna get life
Next thing you know everybody squeal, yeah
Don't come to my door start raising tones
I will start raising chromes
One to your shoulder, one to your toes
I mean, straps that are bigger than Tobz
Came from a town of afros, not any combs
Tottenham to Manny, President roams
Yeah I got ice, yeah I got cream
Not any cones
Now we got man, wanna spy on drones
Ding-ding-ding!
One punch, shout out to my dons in cunch
But just like KA
That ain't the ting man does in hindsight
There's so many paths that I could've taken
Coulda took, coulda tooken
Coulda got jook, coulda jooken
Fam, I didn't wanna blaze no spliff and
Definitely didn't wanna snort no sniff
I wanted to kick ball, but man was shit
Mandem getting locked away
Boydem weren't fucking about
I said to myself like your boy DJ Akademiks
"I'm out!"
Have you ever been on a big screen on
Main stage eating bare grapes
And chucked them
I will never leave this sick
Team no, it's family, BBK, i love them
Remember please
That this was a dream when I was a
Little teen writing my name in the dungeon
I was 17
Spitting 16's in N15 for teenagers in London
We ain't the same
Man watched Yourofsky and actioned
It the same day
Been through pain, got evicted
Mum had to stay with Auntie Elaine
Now it's all changed
Now loss of life is the only meaning of pain
Think it's a game? Man shut down
Wireless and parked the whip backstage
Pull up the tune
I make the Tesla pull up on the drive
Neighbours stare like look at this goon
No matter where I reside, man's
From T just like three, two
Man's from T just like two, three
Man's from T just like two, two
Man's from T just like MT you're so slow
Let me explain if you don't know
That's Wretch, Cas, Cel and Frisco
You can't test man from these postcodes
New school G's tryna buy success
Too much spending, not enough winning
Stunting online living that fake life
Too many photos, not enough living (hmm)
Know Boy Better
I stay cold in more ways than ever
I wear shorts and t-shirts whether or
Not it's shorts and t-shirts weather
I don't wanna chat
Bare man tryna make eye contact
Man wanna latch, like say we go way back
Asking "Where's Wiley at?" (kmt) God knows
Keep me away from these fassyoles
We all commute on the same roads
Man don't care 'bout gang or bro
Man try run up on me, ten toes?
You'll be limping home, eight toes
V-gang yeah, so no beef but corn on
The curb so everybody knows
(Hmm kmt) Hmm? Bars