FORTY ACRES
Wretch 32, JORDY
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Long time they were stuck up with me Now they're all out of shape Tryna cut up with me But they know what the fucks up with me I spare no one if they buck up to me I could never snake up My brothers you're crazy, you're buggin' I still got a handful of grudges I still think that nobody's Better than by cousin He said he's in the field but I think they should sub him Even on my off days I get off key Man I'm buggin' He said he does too but he doesn't I remember back then whеn niggas Had to know how But didn't wanna give man a fucking lowdown It's cool I'm in the game I got a propеr roll now I'm barely on my phone But I'm always mobile This game is a game you Gotta have the heart for I've turned down couple racks On my last score I'm tryna get couple stamps on my passport If you f*ck with my money then I'm at your car door Clean heart but I can't speak for the hands I was filthy before the filthy began These boys got lyrics Man they tryin' too hard bro My name is my name like my name is Marlo I can't compete with these capper dons All these fake rapper dons All these backpacker turned trapper dons I don't feel your brags let alone all Them beats that you're braggin' on Told your fling on that avalon This is not a sprint, it's a marathon I told man 7 days 7 nights rapping like Konan Look, I shouldn't have to tell man again I know my tings wavy but I'm straight with this pen I tried selling wraps but now I rap with OGs Somebody tell Jords that he better phone 3 I move lowkey taught from my OG My brudda got the flick like a bogey Jordy not Jordan, yeah they know the alias Shoebox money for the miscellaneous I know that I'm crazy, no if, buts, maybes He could've been too But that nigga's too lazy Gotta step steady cah the world's gone crazy No abortion, they tried cancel DaBaby I don't know if man think I'm playing round or joking I don't know what man have been smoking I got so many half-steppers Tryna hang with me but this is not the one You wanna get roped in Look, I've fired in the booth for too long If Charlie don't know by now He's taken too long I moonwalk on riddims like Michael So hand me the title I could never be a beg, hand on the bible This year my son sit's his GCSEs So it's been 16 years Since I sonned everybody (yeah) I clocked the game AP PS3 So it's been 16 years since I Had Kane up in Totty All I do is progress and Then I show the steps Niggas got their chest out I'm on the shoulder press Sometimes you gotta leave town just To show the levs so when I hit the belly Feel it in your solar plex I don't talk money with People that call mummy Man I had to father my Family, my small cuzzy, my sisters as well Had white on a dark knight I been Christian Bale Back when you thought touching Notes was singing Adele Back then to push a nigga on Was just wishing him well Now you gotta give man a drink Get him dinner as well I don't even know what I prefer It's just different scales Weight on my shoulders but I'm Waiting on signing a deal (yeah) Right in the field I was writing the reel Mummy got to see the Breadwinner dividing a meal mill (yeah) Now I can boast in my humble abode 'Cause the truth is I sold light Just to lighten the load (yeah) Look after mummy and ride for the bros Would you live for that combination Or die for the code Some use a façade like they like to be road Caring if they're known or If they're liked, i don't like to be known I picked up my queen in time for the throne And now I'm sitting comfy on the Chair just minding my own Ventrue after venture adventurous growth Now mi makin money pon di phone And that's a big re-up Fresh Dior mi must a Christian Dem boy deh try fi dis keep dem distance Why dem wish me dead They should've wished me love Wished me love, yeah Shake my head now it's Jordy and Wretch That's a rebel with a cause in a School full of Ghetts and Santans The writing's on the wall Pray your sentence can land for you Give a man a rope and he leaves as hangman I don't understand all these Wars and gangland We don't own our postcode We just follow the satnav F*ck a stamp of approval I don't want that stamp I just want my stamp duty Forty acres for Black Man Black man no fool again
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Written by: JERMAINE JASON ST CLAIRE SCOTT, JOJO MUKEZA, JORDY MUKEZA
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