Shorty, Jme & Skepta – Family Tree (feat. Frisco & Jammer) Lyrics

Shorty, Jme & Skepta – Family Tree (feat. Frisco & Jammer) Lyrics
Family Tree
Shorty, Jme & Skepta (feat. Frisco & Jammer)
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    "Family Tree." - Shorty, Jme & Skepta (feat. Frisco & Jammer)

    Album: Family Tree (feat. Frisco & Jammer) - Single
    Track No: 01
    Got the gang with me
    Boy Better Know, that's the family tree
    Way too certi', we set the bar from early
    Rudeboy, check out the journey
    Got the gang with me
    Boy Better Know, that's the family tree
    Way too certi', we set the bar from early
    Rudeboy, check out the journey
    We attack the beat, hit the street
    Then man put it on repeat (Repeat, repeat, repeat)
    Yeah? J-M, somersault-E (Woo)
    Some assault, attack the beat (Huh?)
    Flip the P (Huh?), grime MC (What?)
    All post codes in the dance
    'Cause we gotta make ends meet (Yeah)
    Wake up in the morning, fly out the bed
    Rudeboy, I'm alive, fuck sleep
    Full volume even when I brush teeth (Trust)
    Hear man a mile off when I touch street life (Serious)
    Trust me, baseline slaps, get uppercut free (Yeah)
    Non-stop workin' since '03
    Us man done out the whole country
    Enough, man are talkin' with no facts (Talking)
    Emotions, you better control that
    Look at the studio, they got no plaques (Nah)
    The new tunes can't chat to my old tracks
    Yeah, we're like the last two standin'
    What you wanna chat about, tunes or brandin'?
    Man are still out here, but they can't tell man nothin'
    Show me your cards, I bet you're bluffin'
    When we link up, unstoppable
    Boy Better Know Tee, still coppable (Cop that)
    Been around the world already
    Passport's been stamped more times than Lionel Messi
    Shorty, short rude boy with a short temper like Pesci
    We used to go to the dance with a speshy
    Now we go Mayfair for a spaghetti (Mosh)
    Got the gang with me
    Boy Better Know, that's the family tree (That's family)
    Way too certi', we set the bar from early
    Rudeboy, check out the journey
    Got the gang with me
    Boy Better Know, that's the family tree
    Way too certi', we set the bar from early
    Rudeboy, check out the journey
    Mm, BBK steppin' out like when the Avengers assemble (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
    Big convoy cuttin' through central
    Essential, we keep the ting presidential (Facts)
    Don't step up, you might get wet up (Skrrt)
    When I rain on them, torrential
    We don't care 'bout your credential
    Bullets hit anyone, they ain't judgmental (Baow)
    I'm the man on fire, from my trainin' day
    I had déjà vu like Denzel (Yes)
    And the flows stay experimental (Yes)
    They copy and go over mine like a stencil (Mad ting)
    Won't stop shoot when the tings on lit (Brr)
    This ain't no instrumental
    And this ting's got so much potential
    It's ready when they try get disrespectful (Woi, woi, woi, woi)
    I don't write no more
    So I switch on the mic and I talk my shit
    Can't deal with the hype no more
    They better put down the mic and call it quits
    Can't roll with the guys no more
    Might catch 'em on the ends and give man licks
    On Twitter, don't type no more
    'Cause mostly **** keep talkin' shit about walk with sticks
    Then he must be a grandad
    He ain't on arms like a handbag
    I used to roll to the show so reckless
    Had more straps in the whip than Baghdad
    If I step on a special occasion
    Check out the swag when I draw for the jag bag
    Twenty whips on the strip like Mad Max
    Manna old-school like flashback
    Yeah, I been tried and tested (Uh)
    Season vet since Heat FM, brother, I been a threat
    How could I ever play games on the internet?
    I got record labels and weed connects
    My hood so cold, you could see your breath
    He flew the wall 'cause he see the feds
    Mandem on me, gotta keep amends
    And the birds on me like I'm a piece of bread, yeah
    Summertime, you can catch man in the sun just chillin'
    Keep telling my guys, "Stay out the system"
    But nobody is as deaf as a man who don't wanna listen
    Still, we live good, yeah, we really blessed (Blessed)
    You know suns out, guns out
    Man had to go back home, get a cleaner vest (Cleaner)
    Airplane mode, don't need the stress
    Got the gang with me
    Boy Better Know, that's the family tree
    Way too certi', we set the bar from early
    Rudeboy, check out the journey
    Got the gang with me
    Boy Better Know, that's the family tree
    Way too certi', we set the bar from early
    We are the last true standing

    Writer(s): Shorty, Jme, Skepta, Jammer & Frisco.

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