KwolleM, DC - Woolwich Arsenal (DLR) lyrics
KwolleM [East-London. UK.]
[KwolleM, DC - Woolwich Arsenal DLR lyrics]
What's the debate?
They say I take too long when I drop, like
What’s the delay?
Man I got so many hit's in my notepad
Bro, I could drop like 100 a day
And I still chase them chicks
Slim waist and hips
You can see that I'm lost in my ways
Black man merk on the F1 ting
You can see I'm the king of a popular race
I ain’t tryna say that I'm gangsta
Hand on my heart fam
I've never been slapped for my chain
Try that shit where I come from
Man get a DDT and a punch in the face
God told me we're the art for the clean heart
All the badmind man, I washed them away
Swear these days I'm in touch with my faith
I swear these fuckboys can't cross me
I am the one, I am the two
Hard work works, man, I am the proof
I ran the jungle, I am Baloo
All these washed OGs, man, I can't salute
2016, what you chilling on the block for?
Man, this love ain't enough, bro, I want more
I don’t wanna blend in
All these lines that I’ve put in your face
Man, I ain't gotta contour, look
As a right man, I think
If I wanna be the plug then I
Gotta live my life with the sink
Put ice in my drink as I’m likely to grow
Lord knows that they're likely to shrink
Look, don't blame yourself
My words are the key, don't play yourself
Nobody made me, man, I made myself
If nobody rates me then I rate myself
Ay, yo Steff, can you go to the shops?
Blus Slim riz and a bottle of juice
Look, man, I know that I said that I quit
Bro, just roll me a couple of zoots
Look, man, I know that the journey is tough
Letting you know that I’m struggling too
You ain't been to the ends
But you're speaking for us
Now you know why we ain't watching the news
What's the debate? (Debate)
What's the debate? (Debate, debate)
What's the debate?
Swear these days I've been lost in the maze
Up in the clouds, it's a wonderful place
Written in stone, man, it must've been fate
I'll ask you again what's the debate?
They say I take too long when I drop, like
What’s the delay?
Man I got so many hit's in my notepad
Bro, I could drop like 100 a day
And I still chase them chicks
Slim waist and hips
You can see that I'm lost in my ways
Black man merk on the F1 ting
You can see I'm the king of a popular race
I ain’t tryna say that I'm gangsta
Hand on my heart fam
I've never been slapped for my chain
Try that shit where I come from
Man get a DDT and a punch in the face
God told me we're the art for the clean heart
All the badmind man, I washed them away
Swear these days I'm in touch with my faith
I swear these fuckboys can't cross me
I am the one, I am the two
Hard work works, man, I am the proof
I ran the jungle, I am Baloo
All these washed OGs, man, I can't salute
2016, what you chilling on the block for?
Man, this love ain't enough, bro, I want more
I don’t wanna blend in
All these lines that I’ve put in your face
Man, I ain't gotta contour, look
As a right man, I think
If I wanna be the plug then I
Gotta live my life with the sink
Put ice in my drink as I’m likely to grow
Lord knows that they're likely to shrink
Look, don't blame yourself
My words are the key, don't play yourself
Nobody made me, man, I made myself
If nobody rates me then I rate myself
Ay, yo Steff, can you go to the shops?
Blus Slim riz and a bottle of juice
Look, man, I know that I said that I quit
Bro, just roll me a couple of zoots
Look, man, I know that the journey is tough
Letting you know that I’m struggling too
You ain't been to the ends
But you're speaking for us
Now you know why we ain't watching the news
What's the debate? (Debate)
What's the debate? (Debate, debate)
What's the debate?
Swear these days I've been lost in the maze
Up in the clouds, it's a wonderful place
Written in stone, man, it must've been fate
I'll ask you again what's the debate?