Nerve, JK-47 - Sunday Roast lyrics

I’m getting white girl wasted
Skipping my classes
But it’s okay 'cause I’m never failing
Bitch, I’m on aces, watch how I lace it
I want the bacon  (Bacon)
She tryna get in the pants
But I’m too busy, I’m doin my dance
White boy with the fit as Japan
Skin lookin' like the Michelin Man
That’s bubble trouble
Air Max done popped, got me another couple
Still clean up nice
Tuxedo or a suit and a tie
What’s he doin'? I’m doin' it right
Eyes bluer than the hue of the sky
Busy movin', on the move 'til I die
They be neutral, but I do it in drive

Oi, you and yours better settle (Settle)
Before me and mine hit the levels (Levels)
I’m flowin' hotter than a kettle
When I boil, I ain’t even gotta tell 'em
(Don’t tell 'em) vendetta never let up
'Til we get the bread
Cheddar and the lettuce (Sandwich)
They all looking at me bitter now
But I’m too sweet, call the dentist (Call)
On the beat, I be the menace
I bet you remember JK-47
Tell 'em all, get ready (Hey)
'Cause we about to set the record (Uh, huh)
And you about to get the message
ECB and NOOnE Network
We be quick to pull up at your party
And put you on show with
The bars like Wentworth

I just had me a vision (Yeah)
Picture my team winnin'
Got some acres out the back (Okay)
And some chickens in the kitchen
I just had me a vision
Whole team sittin' nice (Nice)
All of them dirty dishes (Yeah)
Eatin' roast every night
I just had me a vision (Yeah)
Picture my team winnin' (Uh)
Got some acres out the back
And some chickens in the kitchen
I just had me a vision
Whole team sittin' nice (Nice)
All of them dirty dishes
(Hey, can I, can I get a, um)

Gimme a footlong on Italian herbs and cheese
Double chicken with the Old English
Gimme triple spinach, olives, pickles
Jalapenos
Habanero sauce and salt and pepper with it
(Subway) i’ll take a couple of them
Nerve stay duckin' the trends
I’m with the best
Steel caps up on that Hilux 'cause
I gotta watch my steps (Whoa)
Stop right there, we must be takin' the piss
Brother from another colour
We here for the chips (Buddy)
Stack them up in my fist
Double up and that’s it
Double trouble, that’s this
ECB and the NOOnE Network kill
It from Cabba to Bris
The fact of the matter is this
Homie, we back in this bitch

See, we entertain (Ladies and gentlemen)
But you better faint (You is irrelevant)
We was up early, stayed on the grind
Now you bitches late (Wake the fuck up)
I know you heard the bars, the verses
I know you hate (Don’t give a fuck)
So me and the Nerve and NOOnE Network
Uppin' the pace, up in your face

So we put in work (From nine to five)
Hands in the dirt (I’m gettin' sweaty)
This is just practice, cook up the beat
Then I simmer the verse (Bon appétit)
Sprinkle some herbs (Ayy)
You know how it works (Yeah)
So miss me with talkin'
I’m 'bout to walk it show me it first

Show me your best, show me your worst
Show me the rest, who want it first?
I let it burst, I am the kid, man
And I be the wickedest
Slickest original you ever heard
Everybody wanna comment on me
They don’t want to be the one
To put in the work
So I’m callin' up the brother Nerve
Like, "Let’s work", he was like, "Word"

I was like six foot, plus a little bit
Call me grown man, but I’m still a kid
Me and JK got some bring your grandmama over
With the kids for dinner shit
Nine-course, that’s fine dinin'
Bite this, you gon' die tryin'
One day, we be ridin' private
Rollin' up, now that’s high flyin' (Sheesh)

I just had me a vision (Yep)
Picture my team winnin'
Got some acres out the back (Okay)
And some chickens in the kitchen
I just had me a vision
Whole team sittin' nice (Nice)
All of them dirty dishes (Yeah)
Eatin' roast every night
I just had me a vision (Yeah)
Picture my team winnin' (Huh)
Got some acres out the back
And some chickens in the kitchen
I just had me a vision
Whole team sittin' nice (Nice)
All of them dirty dishes
Eatin' roast every night