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write a song like Headie One Mom, MoneyEverys makin beats again

Its Madara beats Mom, MoneyEverys makin beats again Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day My young boys puts skengs on peds And spin round there on two wheels, no Segway Me, I just fly out the ride And I run down opps, cant forget about leg day Rambos, flickys, ZKs Protect your chest or its check mate Stain my plug if it aint got grub Put my hands on the food, no kenkey My man gave his life to the lord He must think that God can save him He aint worth the corn, Ill just shave him Skeng on the dance floor when I go ravin Me and this wap, thats true love Still tryna kill niggas like Ku Klux Dotty couldnt fit in my jeans Had to get it sawn off, had to get that boot cut Score these points like Match of the Day My knife work shouldve got highlights .44 spins like a DJ, might see me do it like Limelight Or Kenny and Snoochie Put skengs in the hoopty Me and my darg, you know what we do But I aint steppin with Scooby In the field Im official Dont need a black kit and a whistle Twin Rambos, got one on each side Me in the middle Or I keep skeng right under my coat Might see it poke out like a nipple And the way that I walk with a long stick You wouldve thought RV was a cripple Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Spill mans juice but this juice aint tropical I ching man right with my right, not Ian Who said this mission aint possible? I show man how to hunt, not Ethan All of this beef on my plate I forgot to tell em mans not vegan All of this smoke on the ride Its a hot box and this whip aint even got no heatin I had enough of this Leeds ting Always tryna tell man about threesomes I just want her to transport this mop Guess she dont wanna know nuttin bout cleanin Shh try cover his face and he still saw the skeng I guess he was peepin Top strikers in my Ultimate Team But this heres nuttin like FIFA In the field we play foul Two boots up, thats a two footed tackle I couldnt care about Lineker or Jenas It should be me and Rev on the panel How many times did we score? Excellent finish, shouldve seen the net, it just rattled Shh done-done out shh, fished him Shouldve seen his neck, it just splattered Scored so much points from back in the day We gotta come first on Match of the Day All we did was attack like Robben and Drogba We didnt need no Makélélé How many risks did we take looking at it? Stuff six in a cannon and pray Shh held that back hand grip from my blade He got put on a stretcher and carried away Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day Hit the opp block late night and go huntin Im really tryna catch me a prey Cheff man down with a Rambo Dash that shit right back in the case All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day All of these points I scored They should play my vids on Match of the Day3Embed

write a song like Headie One Got this shotgun, and got it sawn-off

Turn Got this shotgun, and got it sawn-off The nostrils long, so we gave it a nose job Twenty-four hours, I aint had no sleep I got PTSD, I cant see myself fall off Who done all them drills that the opp boys talk of? We play foul, so the ref took the ball off Bro said Focus on makin bread But we always end up with toasters You know what I do to the smoky Treat that WD40 like baby Johnsons Bought a baby nine for the tour bus And a G17 for the nonsense North London is a war zone Ask my broski shh Whos gonna go get the dinger from Toxteth? Its meant to be uptown funk, Mark Ronson I aint here for the nonsense Whos on mе? Im on them G-lock holds sixteen, I can spit this verse, lеave sixteen on them My thumbs so numb from the reload, one-thirty kilos Buy my weight when I go grab reloads In the hood, Im an icon, Figo Louis V in the trenches, fedora, and a pea coat Two Gs on my off day, Im Gucci, thats the G code Pocket rocket came Lil, thats Baby, thats Pino If you want that cosign, need your mums address, fuck a depo I was in my front room with the nina Yola, turn a pop city to a corner sofa Granddaddy hat and a Motorola But its meant to be 017 Seventeen years of age in Feltham, I aint ever go Wetherby Yo, course I fell in love with the T, produce some notes, remedy Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen Blow trees like Fuck the environment In the crop house, bring in Chinaman My old friends have no entitlement Fake love to me is frightenin They wonder why theres violence Made a mill from jumpin on mics again Countin up is gettin tirin And I dont need to ride again, pray five again Let the squad get firin, let the big ting rise again They dont worry bout sirens And Im wanted by Trident Cause my man got hit with the star But he thought it wasnt written in the stars like Tinie We cant put our works up on IG Ive got one million opps But this money make it hard to find me I cant believe all this envy and jealousy cause so much rivalry Why you think I dont stop at the lights? Cah Im feelin like Biggie Smalls in the 90s, 90s baby Noughties made me, trap house crazy, this shit made me They envy, they dont wanna see me win Its a shame cause they all couldve been legit Free the guys on the wing, for real, for real Couldve been me, for real, for real Jump on the stage and its all surreal Came from the bando, for real, for real Cartier bangles, for real, for real Cartier bangles, for real, for real My pockets expanded, for real, for real Ive really seen it get real Bro left his prints on the handle, for real, for real We try make it balance, for real, for real Some for the cause, some for the thrill We went to war, no time to heal So we aint got handled, for real, for real Put my wrist in liquid nitrogen Blow trees, like Fuck the environment In the crop house, bring in Chinaman My old friends have no entitlement Fake love to me is frightenin They wonder why theres violence Made a mill from jumpin on mics again Countin up is gettin tirin And I dont need to ride again, pay five again Let the squad get firin, let the big ting rise again They dont worry bout sirens And Im wanted by Trident Cause my man got hit with the star But he thought it wasnt written in the stars like Tinie We cant put our works up on IG1Embed

write a song like Headie One Man violate get dead within a sec yeah?

OFB to the world Man violate get dead within a sec yeah? Bullet bullet Bullet bullet You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up MAC And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight, go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight, go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war Bando habits Trap phone addict On sight live on the mains Then I ghost in the back roads trapping .44 long, thats new Better pray that man dont grab it 12-inch blade in your chest Thatll make that rambo vanish Doing up road with my GG Put a full tank at the BP Trust me trapping aint easy Just red up on its TT Double tap on that trigger Opps boys dont wanna see me Cause you know what this button does Dont ask questions like DeeDee Pigs had me locked in the chamber And Estelles tryna do me like Dwayne Im in the jail house flipping this crate Im on basic dishing this weight Pray to the Lord that Im beating this case Think youre not putting more chips on this plate Thats me in the servery fisting his face All of my opps are shambles They dont wanna see the skeng get strangled When we grab this rambo Thats copper and steel no Bangles And its not for my wrist or ankles Im free and thankful 90 on the M for the re Got the dark way before the light like a candle, one You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war Dem man must take us for eediat Aint only at night when we rise up Stars Man pull up man pull up with Mad Max Think its a race, where the neeks all gone? Man bruck arff the firing pin from a 1-2 whiz Then its straight to the farm Got a jiggle back ting in the niz Told her after the pleasure then you gotta go yard Word Im most hated in North But we got things on things yeah of course Niggas keep chatting bare wass But the Os, till my bruddas creep up And a nigga get bored Im a farm block G blud I aint no bopper How many times have we pulled up on oppers? Knife work specialist do man proper Countless man about nurses and doctors Whats your life like? Cos mines dangerous You cant cross the line from my circle Youll get shot within ranges Make a man dash in the abs I still pushing packs of the flavours Ill chef man up with my stainless Push it in and no favours Get man down Cut him up down to the T like hes tailored YG just done a drill I just might buy him some trainers The opps dem local I just might tape off neighbours OFB shush with the broom Lift man out of their trainers You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war You tek man fi fool You tek man fi idiat stah Dont make me rise up Max And get round der in a 4 door car Dem boy der not ready fi war Man have sweets fi di Star Man bruck arff the firing pin Den go and catch a flight go straight to my yard Dem boy der not ready fi war1Embed

write a song like Headie One Been sat in the T-house all day

M1OnTheBeat M1OnTheBeat Been sat in the T-house all day If not Im in the ends tryna catch me A headshot, and I call that a North Face Ive been going on tour Way before I woulda sold that old dates I was in my cell, no calendar Ive been tryna keep track of my court dates Now this bad b come to the Nizz Give brains, no foreplay, all day, all day I was in a Trizz Tryna find out how to whip up cocaine, all day, all day I spent a rack on my steppers I might go and spend the same on shawty When we uptown eating lobster We have come a long way from Ko-Lee Free Vel, free Vel, thats my co-de, co-de, co-de Still screaming free Daz as well He came out on fuckrey, so they gave him more days But hes soon home, no stress Both OT and rap I dont really know nuttin else VVS on me, no my neck frozen It come in like it covered in sorbet All these bad B loves diamonds, make her turn naughty, naughty, naughty And all the mandem love headies when I let it off broad day, broad day, broad day Still spend this prof on a .40, I hit the trap relentless like Sony I can get you Os for the low and I dont mean the city in Norway ‪I really took bus to school, now I can get a buss down Roley And I dont need public transport just to go buss down Sloane Street This quarter chicken aint a munch from Morleys Take that chicken to the gym, no protein Now all I do is count this money, thats all day, all day Been sat in the T-house all day If nuttin Im in the ends tryna catch me A headshot, and I call that a North Face Ive been going on tour Way before I woulda sold that old dates I was in my cell, no calendar Ive been tryna keep track of my court dates Now this bad b come to the Nizz Give brains, no foreplay, all day, all day I was in a Trizz Tryna find out how to whip up cocaine, all day, all day I spent a rack on my steppers I might go and spend the same on shawty When we uptown eating lobster We have come a long way from Ko-Lee Dem man there for the out ere flexin, tryna show off for groupies Me, I just back that skeng and burn him, mad that boy, boy cop Gucci Old school was Forreduci Now just Dolce all day Fiends called saying they love the rock but this aint no song from Coldplay Ima get this money all day Thats what the broke days taught me Feds tryna nail like Sary Yeah, yeah, I aint talking Tory Im cuttin through west, Kanye Ima spend all of this money Make these bad Bs wanna come Nizz, NGolo Kanté Turn, ayy They told me turn They told me turn, ayy Told me turn Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn, turn Been sat in the T-house all day If nuttin Im in the ends tryna catch me A headshot, and I call that a North Face Ive been going on tour Way before I woulda sold that old dates I was in my cell, no calendar Ive been tryna keep track of my court dates Now this bad b come to the Nizz Give brains, no foreplay, all day, all day I was in a Trizz Tryna find out how to whip up cocaine, all day, all day I spent a rack on my steppers I might go and spend the same on shawty When we uptown eating lobster We have come a long way from Ko-Lee1Embed

write a song like Headie One Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them

Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs— No roller, were taking the ped Roll out, now a paigon all dead They aint come back, theyre ravin instead The opps must be in heaven shakin their head And I come from a place it aint safe to be fed Where they try sell it, then take it instead Youre cuffin them hoes, youre making arrests She givin me blows, she takin a risk You know me, I just keep it humble This summers cost me rondos Real trap boy, I was on phone to Nosmonso Yo, I was distributin balls like Alonso I cant believe Im talkin millions in these convos Three car convoys fly like a Concorde I cant see through these shades, they Tom Ford I used to feed the seagulls in Portland Had a grey don shell Vs like Jonjo Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Gave him a one, but he wanted a quarter New watch clear like a bottle of water I got a spa in the building, so when the gang drillin, they pop in my sauna Four and a babys a popular order Paid for the four, I might drop you the daughter Slice up the opps, I get lots of them tortured Then flew past some opps, I got lots of them awkward Thameside visit or I bring the dully in To sawn-off shotguns filled up with Duracells We catch the opps and then thats a news bulletin Ever turned your white Air Force into Louboutins? My batch old school, them niggas new to this She told me she love how my Cuban sit The games get faster and furious This shit got me feeling like Ludacris Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them Nah, dont talk about prison, my niggas are full of them Ill get you done up from Wandsworth to Bullingdon I got some niggas on basic for bullying He didnt see who stabbed him up, I hoodied him No, I dont half-step, thats cause Im fully in Jail after jail had me feelin I couldnt win Now I might roll up on you in a Cullinan Dont like the opps when my lungs are still full of them4Embed

write a song like Headie One OFB to the world and back

Boom bow OFB to the world and back War this, get shot Fight, blud Paigon bad boy Anywhere them stunt, yeah Remember me done shell em Grrr Shellings Bow bow bow A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Nah A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Look Dem guy just giving out verb Just wait til you see me in the physical See these niggas they know me They never the OG, I aint the typical You see man pop out the blue Yeah this beef might get unpredictable And the feds wanna know bout the case Tryna show my face on the minimal And Im grindin Cos I aint tryna live in a state thats pitiful I was outside doin madness, badness He was in the yard all kickin ball If you fuck with the Ramsey in this hand You best make sure you dont trip and fall You best make sure you dont trip and fall Im still tryna hold back my smile Every time I fold back a twenty I was on basic, no telly Now Im putting in this work for the ready Me and Nat doin natting in the hood Thats bro, like Micken or Melly I chinged that opp, and Im still tryna ching him when I chinged him already If I stack these 4s, Im expectin that headie Or I can have two hands wrapped round the all star comin like Im stranglin Kenny Get round there in a bucked down Vauxhall filled to the brim with petty 28 days in the T and you aint even home, like #heavy A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Nah A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? A war dem a want then its war theyre gettin Man crash corn, man cheff him Two hit to the arse then back to the Nizz with the .125 all revvin Everyone say theyre on violence Bulldog barks when the OFB steppin Me and bro One in the ride Thats touching vests, unlimited shellings Me and H havin many convos, #CantMixPleasureWithBiz Bad B come to the Nizz for D but she cant get nuttin but the dick If Kush doin 6s on the 20 road you better know he got things on things Hooded up, black to the rims Everyone runs, whos that prince? Making progress to the mostest importance So I keep my profit in check Run up to my young G, bank it Aint talkin no pay slips, I aint takin no cheques I was with Kash Me and Kash lurky from way back You was curled up in your bed Took an L last week But I done made it back 3 time Kick back, in the jugg, holdin meds I aint smackin no bredrin Ever seen a bulldog bite? Have you ever seen a bulldog bark? Man dont tark, man just breathe Man dont lack, always got it with me Heard youre on vokes, heard youre on beef All sounds good, what you done in the streets? All he took a 6 4 fifth Nah he was a next 6, so I knifed him 3 for 20 A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite? Nah A war dem ah want, then a war dem ah get Man crash corn, man cheff Dem ready know we the best Dey alla pon deaf with the spesh 3.2, 2.5 Rise up the 125 Suttin gon go dead up tonight You ever seen a bulldog bite?Embed

write a song like Headie One Im gonna be dreaming

Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Bin heut ruhig, trag mein Gold, denn sie kennn mich jetzt, ja Papa stolz, bin dankbar, denn ich glaub an Gott, ja Seele tot, es ist schwer, Devil in meim Ohr, ja Der Schmerz sitzt tief, noch ein Glas und ich flieg fort, ja Demons in meim Kopf trotz Prada-Shorts, ja Stimmen, die ich hör, wann hört es auf? Ja Ständig wach, diе Nacht kommt, Bro, ich lauf, ja Weg vor mir selbst, guck, alles grau, ja Bro, Bro, wo blеibt der Sinn? Ja Will wieder in den Film, wo ich war als Kind Bro, sag, wo bleibt der Sinn? Ja Tauis im Bag, doch um mich alles still Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby We blow up your phone Dance til you die We blow up your phone Dance til you die Yeah, sharks in the hood, no Bathing Ape Im in Tate with a taper fade See Jess, its a three liter engine I told my bredrin, Take that Chase All the times that I flew from home Why? I werent tryna take that raid Im still free to say, Amazing Grace All this gold got me feelin like Flavor Flav Im feelin like Flavor Flav , but used to be on a workers wage Now I might need a quarter million English just to work that stage And I still dont do it for the Met, you know the Broadwater way Leave that to them opp boys, theyre just vexed, they get burnt like sage I made the trenches lit, everyone from my strip Im protective with This money get spent on sticks, they say get it how you live Them opp boys need 8-ball on connie, me an Frog gonna do man, spent a brick Were so verified, we the ones giving out blue ticks Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby We blow up your phone Dance til you die We blow up your phone Dance til you die You wanna go, you wanna go You wanna go, you wanna go Dance til you die Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby Im gonna be dreaming Dance for me, baby We blow up your phone Dance til you die Embed

write a song like Headie One Got yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with

Turn, turn, yo Got yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down, that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with Mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with My mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Cauli noodles Sawed shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Kash got eight for a pocket rocket He did somethin foolish He was playin with a hand ting With his bare hands like Rupert Vel shaved suttin upsuh Broski forgot about camera footage Now, we gotta link up with rugs on minimum I couldve had seven on my back just like a right winger I dont wanna lie to her, wanna lie with her She know, but she dont like Bryson Tiller She ask why I invest in smoke Why? Cah I self care like Mac Miller They said they got smoke, but I know mines bigger Two G 17, now, Im down five figures Burnt unlimited dingers But now out in the field, I done played them fixtures Pussio shoot, no, you aint no driller Newborn baby can pull that trigger I was in the Trizzy Five hundred grams in gym and no gymnasium Went from magic to the mic, Channing Tatum Got yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down, that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with Mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with My mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers They say beggars cant be choosers Winners cant be losers How many time did I lose my freedom? Where the opps at? It cant be in a movement Another heart stop, it cant be bootin It just cant be another shootin Three hundred English pounds to spare Might buy me a house in Luton And when I make five million English pounds Then Ima sign up for uni Got hung jury in front of the judge Not Judy, her children love my music She said Dont do it again like Pia Mia Bro wanna make this strip hot like Congo With a PR, not DR Ever had the jakes pissed, they couldnt find that nina? Bad B wanna get rid of my clothes, I think she is a keeper Got this ting from Uxbridge, one from Dulwich, I can phone up either She love the AP, but I come with a chandelier like Sia Got yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down, that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with Mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawn-off shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers Yutes that I loved, that I cant be cool with Yutes I gotta lick down that I went school with Had to ching someone I was on the wing with My mask off like Future How me and him got beef now? We sat down and ate Ko-Lee noodles Sawed shotgun, I risked it all with Beggars cant be choosers 2Embed

write a song like Headie One Ive been through dark times, Ive had some dark thoughts

Ive been through dark times, Ive had some dark thoughts I guess were just some niggas with some fuckin dark hearts Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Nigga, I aint livin, Im just fuckin breathin I been through dark times, Ive had some dark thoughts I guess were just some niggas with some fuckin dark hearts Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Nigga, I aint livin, Im just fuckin breathin Been through dark times, Ive had some dark thoughts Just some niggas with some fuckin dark hearts Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Turn, turn, turn, yo Boogie was the first one his age to go grip it Sanje been in jail for three years, aint had a visit SJ went through his whole trial and kept it trillest But when its time for sentencing, they claimin that he snitchin I guess theyll do anything to numb down the litness Whats to expect out here when your whole team winnin? Were just drillers tryna make a different way of livin Them niggas dissin, butll kill to be in this position This life that we livin, you can make the wrong decision Then have to spend longer than you live, stuck in prison Them letters to your brodie tellin stories, reminiscin You get the wrong ship out, they might lose you to the system Everything that my Pops once told me, I shouldve listened Was a little nigga thinkin I could trust my intuition Them sentences for rapists and them dealers should be different I guess that depends on what the colour of your skin is Ever sat back in the dock and felt that pain from all your peoples? You think we like bein round them crack pipes and them needles? Starin at this dirty money all the fiends will give you Thinkin, Either me or them, this money payin for my dinner, One Look into my eyes and you can see my soul leavin Nigga, I aint livin, Im just fuckin breathin Im tryna right my wrongs The life so short, sometimes Im feelin like this life is long Shorty convinced that I dont like my home , she say it smell like my cologne Still clear a thirty in my city, catch a flight, Im gone Sharings carin but some things I want is mine alone Because when the feds came, I done that time alone Give them a glimpse of my thoughts, they said its, Hopeful thinking Thoughts turn to things, now they know what I was thinkin I was in custody , still was in love with me I bought myself roses , yeah, thats double digits I cant trust a woman when you know youre nothin to them Now the roof down on the tunnel, we got tunnel vision2Embed

write a song like Headie One Yo Itchy, is that how youre goin on yeah?

Yo Itchy, is that how youre goin on yeah? You know, you know Uh, uh Yo Xin zhaos in my jacket Dont let me back it Splash top, leave it dramatic Ding-dong 4 door automatic Live-O corn hop out no rabbit Officer buying smoke is a habit Grab it, do it in style dont brag it Junbug too bumba heratic Real bad boy OFB top bandit Ttrap like 007 Bro too loose, he tried whoosh off his melon I love how she sucks on my bellend Bare slop tops, feels like Im in heaven Ay babe Im a hazard like Eden Why’d you think I got kicked out year 11 School days had a flicky in lesson Uh I couldve got done for possession Yo, every little helps like Tesco So mе too I still roll with my chinger, spinner 125 or a dinger fillеd with J like Springer My south ting come way too inner She wanna know if gang done got down a Sinner Cool kid, bad man Im a winner I heard shawty wanna have me for dinner Yo, opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hot Opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hot Opp block diddy, gyal want willy Shawty got a bussdown kitty Drillers, trappers and rappers you dig me? Old school they was in their pampers I was up south with tiddy ask tiddy All of them opp boys actors Run man down in my bruck down canvas DK wouldve done it with the fist Wouldve done it with a flicks Wouldve done it with a cutlas He wouldve done it with a 442, thats tactics Everyone twinning in tunes Had really have to twin that rambizz And hope that they both go through Come like a through ball from Carrick Bro didnt rise that hand-ting Left mans huncho battered Heard that they on some gang ting Till they buck their assassins Ding dong patterned gang scores points Then spin that atlas Still spin that pyrex bowl Its not just gel when fish gets splattered Yo, opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hot Opp block diddy bop Dance with smoke no we dont milly rock Thing in the pot due to make it all lock T love trap he dont run out of stock My bae-bae thinks Ive lost the plot Cah Im in uh uh tryna get a boy shot No we cant go gauchos Sorry for getting my face too hotEmbed

write a song like Headie One Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute

Flip, flip Flip, yo Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable My lifestyles wonderful My future is colourful Why they so miserable? They come like Miss Trunchbull Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you My blessings still comes in two My presence fill up the room They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore Call me Lord Voldemort Call me Ron Weasley I thought trappin was easy until the feds wanna put me on B wing They tried tell me category one or two, no, it weren’t no category three ting Same day I got my sentence, I still went and sent a pack to C wing Shorty said she wouldnt leave me but I soon heard, Im done with you She said, Ill still keep in touch with you And, I still have love for you And, if you have love for me, why would you let them put cuffs on you? How can I put my trust in you? How many times did the gang dem scream Free me? Police just dont wanna leave me Told bro Ill blow and he didnt believe me, he used to throw away my CDs Top floor flip, you ever heard the beenies? They fall in love when they see me Might give it up if she tease me She rub it all like a genie Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable My lifestyles wonderful My future is colourful Why they so miserable? They come like Miss Trunchbull Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you My blessings still comes in two My presence fill up the room They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore On the move, he burnin my dough on the spoon Up and shoot, then, brodie, get back in the coupe I just shut down the Malis and Scousers Im back in the bando, I barricade doors My nigga, my story is real, they can vouch for me, I know you fabricate yours Three in the mornin, they got me in custody talkin to constables A trap house went up in flames on the mains and they said Im responsible Im not the nigga you saw , Im not the nigga you thought I bought my bitch a new bag, I made it back already, Im comfortable You niggas know LB my twin and most of you niggas our nephews, our kids Im sendin you rats to the hood and Im bringin my niggas to live in the sticks Half a billion streams, independent, most niggas aint done what we did We done turned down five mill deals, let me talk my shit, Im young and Im rich Off the roof, twenty-one gun salute I love the truth cause it make them uncomfortable My lifestyles wonderful My future is colourful Why they so miserable? They come like Miss Trunchbull Bro stepped out with a Glock 19, I feel untouchable Bad B talk like she wanna be wifey, I cant put my trust in you My blessings still comes in two My presence fill up the room They think I do, ooh-ooh, call me Professor Dumbledore 2Embed

write a song like Headie One I got love for my bros no homo, lick suttin down for D thats normal

I got love for my bros no homo, lick suttin down for D thats normal Me and bro do 90 on the M-way, were scatting it solo All of these 3.5s in the PM, bagged up looking like Rolos Now I got the buj pack looking like me, when I come out of jail its bolo Did these pigs really give Zee 3, Ive gotta go send this postal Got my young boys upsuh for a week, cah I love it when this count gets totalled I been putting in work from old school, and I still gotta laugh with bro bro Ching man down on a Saturday and Sunday and still feel soulful These opps tryna get me down thats hopeful Olympic ting like a trophy, I rise it like Abz when he rise that MOBO This pack I gotta dice it today, cant dice it tomorrow This bad b didnt wanna know, now she wanna follow Opp boys think they start rapping, till I start pull up at Giggs no hollow Leave them man there all in sorrow 45 big and packed like Solo These bells aint little like Jojo, I got rambos twinning Truss I aint inna no convo Truss I aint inna no convo No we aint inna no convo, man just grab them things and go If you ever see me with it Ill slap it, I dont carry them things for show I can take that block off one up, or do it with bro they know From semi-pro to pro, my teams been scoring goals How much times did we grab those gloves and hoodie and boots and go play footie? Squeeze both hands in my latex, these gloves aint woolly I aint ever paused on a drill, hes thinking should he not or should he Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully Think you look fly in Bape, Ill burn that hoody Then burn my one too, I aint tryna leave Trident clues Work that dot so simple, slap it and slide in 2 Them man try ride and lose, stupid fools they aint riding right Moretime the gang move like some hookers, they probably just ride all night Bro got the mop no JD bag, I dont think you can hide this pipe Sundown shouldve brought a sundown, opps them know what were like at night Gotta chop this 9, cah you know what my Lycas like Dirty coming in sandy and theyre saying that they like the light Cook it myself, them man still buying rock Smile on my face when Im sitting in the T, just looking at piles of soft Them man just rap no meaning, they just make childish songs I aint gotta prove that theres waps on deck, cah the pigs done raids and they found a lot 6 waps gone, I cant lie its peak But were still pulling up no messing, jump out kweff him 2 waps deep No we aint inna no convo, man just grab them things and go If you ever see me with it Ill slap it, I dont carry them things for show I can take that block off one up, or do it with bro they know From semi-pro to pro, my teams been scoring goals How much times did we grab those gloves and hoodie and boots and go play footie? Squeeze both hands in my latex, these gloves aint woolly I aint ever paused on a drill, hes thinking should he not or should he Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully No we aint inna no convo, man just grab them things and go I can take that block off one up, or do it with bro they know How many times did we grab those gloves and hoodie and boots and go play footie? I aint ever paused on a drill, hes thinking should he not or should he Me I just press and fill him, cah my hearts in fully1Embed

write a song like Headie One How many trips have I took?

How many trips have I took? How many man got jooked? On the other side shit got messy So much blood that I cant even look How many years have I jugged? How many grams got pushed? Phone my plug for some bujj Yo I need 2 packs like Suge I need a whole one fat like Biggie Control the ting like Diddy Feds want me sacked for conspiracy It come like who killed pac and Biggie? How many times man swooshed on the mains? Whilst its busy and still I got busy My bro does bootings fizzy He gotta tell his own friends move like Grizzy All I know is drill and trap Swear down my life seems boring M-way trips Im touring Got bands but Im tryna get more in How many times my line gonna ring and the nitties them stop me from snoring Droptops in the summer Out here hitting the soles with the porin Grind hard in the rain, how many man got chased? How many times have I gone round there? Done dirt had to go home and change Scored so many points, shit, I think I lost count Weighing up war and points 28 grams had to break the whole ounce Drop drugs on my workers, how many grams did we purchase? Big macs, no burgers Orginal like werthers How many man got splashed? Opps know that my knife stays squirters Man slaughter in the case Ill catch Ill get man down on purpose Knife game vigorous How many times have me and Headz got round there that shit is ridiculous? They see us and run Cant come close to the heat like Icarus How many times have my bros been jail? Long time Fed tryna get rid of us Sho How many trips have I took? How many man got jooked? On the other side shit got messy So much blood that I cant even look How many years have I jugged? How many grams got pushed? Phone my plug for some budge Yo I need 2 packs like Suge I need a whole one fat like Biggie Control the ting like Diddy Feds want me sacked for conspiracy It come like who killed 2pac and Biggie? How many times man swooshed on the mains? Whilst its busy and still I got busy My bro does bootings fizzy He gotta tell his own friends move like Grizzy I got my enemies on the road hiding Im on the wing hiding my tizzy How many times man sleep 9 bar on the skeng in my crib? My lifestyles risky Only God knows how many times I went no comment for swooshing and chinging Opps cant put their hand on H and get round there without thinking Dey done a whole load of snitching Dey done a whole load of sprinting How many times did man post an induction? I went through a whole load of shipping I was doing up prison I touched road and went through a whole load of women Went through a whole load of losses Watch me get a whole load of winnings They think I do juju I done that ting bait and I got NFA I watch my cellmate do dudu It was half a box I dont need MMA That shit we doing today, the same shit we did yesterday All my niggas do jug-jug I got this hustle in my DNA How many trips have i took? How many man got jooked? On the other side shit got messy So much blood that I cant even look How many years have I jugged? How many grams got pushed? Phone my plug for some budge Yo I need 2 packs like Suge I need a whole one fat like Biggie Control the ting like Diddy Feds want me sacked for conspiracy It come like who killed 2pac and Biggie? How many times man swooshed on the mains Whilst its busy and still I got busy My bro does bootings fizzy Whe gotta tell his own friends move like GrizzyEmbed

write a song like Headie One Fix me a drink, smoke me a spliff, Im clarting this bitch, she right on the sink

Fix me a drink, smoke me a spliff, Im clarting this bitch, she right on the sink She cant even blink, I cant even think, the pussy turn red, straight from the pain Shes all up in Mink, I can channel her, shes know that I came with the binge Free up the wing, Im kicking these doors, straight off the hinge Im clearing this line, Im weighing this line, these nittys and Headie were doing up binge Country time, money time, I told her to stuff it all into her minge False charge of rape, jump in the ding, get caught by the jakes I aint tryna sing Feds in the rear view, you know that Im just tryna zig Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Im tryna make sure this bag secure 1 lev on a trackie, still make dem man insecure All these run ins with the law, still I take risks with a 4s Rise that one with my right, I keep my left hand there for support All of this corn, still I want more Now the whole gang, ready for war Fuck just a slice, I want it all Cant get left back, I aint Luke Shaw Nigga just defend whats yours You aint ever had to bag that work no gloves, now you got joints in your paws Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch I come from them old days, bought tapes to the VCR Now I get packs, same size as the VCR Used to rob watches from rich jiggas in GTRs I dont care if you dont know who the fuck we are Cos thats the whole point man I stay low and I score goals Get pack, discharge, packaging that I discard Straight Liz, cos Im street smart Theres no competition, bruddas need some cooperation I dont need your permission, bagging some amm in the kitchen Thinking of God when Im sinning Young boy with 2 rambos, yeah and they are just twinning Angry at all of these losses, while I be counting my winnings See all the snakes in the grass, you know from young I be trimming Secure the bag now, secure the bag Get you some cash now, get you some cash And you know that Im match fit, you tryna match And that chains looking bright ish, my dargs here to snatch Rose behind the blue door You didnt the secure the pack, crazy shit to secure a rack Now its that, that Im used to Im tryna make sorry Top floor settings, we pour a glass We pour a glass now, we pour a glass We pour a glass now, we pour a glass We pour a glass now, we pour a glass We pour a glassEmbed

write a song like Headie One Aint it different? I link my ting in LA

Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Aint it different? I link my ting in LA But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, frеsh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jonеs Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Kopf ist immer noch Prison Heut on top, doch immer noch Block, mein Herz vergisst nicht Diamonds dancin, wenn du mich siehst, noch immer noch Filme She know my voice, guck, big butt gyal macht, Bro, Im winnin Foreign Cars, wrumm, Kickdown Richtung Hölle Dopeboy kriegt einn Schuss, full black Glock, my bro aint different Talkin about, nicht anders, doch im Ghost, ja Beverly Stars, Diamond Grillz, doch, Bro, I aint different Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin Covered in diamonds, never been minin Came through, mans still shinin Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, limin Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? When I first stepped in the game Man tried leech on my name, now they wanna act all distant Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens Its good, its not back in the day, woulda got yourself wrapped on Clifton I dont really take no checks, Ill warn you And I dont do threats, Im cordial I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal Black tie, but Im dressed informal Like the boys from East, Im nasty Dont do drip, but I still stay classy You wanna know, then ask me, easy Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah 1Embed

write a song like Headie One They say the pound signs turnin me crazy

ES on the beat LikkleDotz They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me Look what this money is doing to me Look what this money is doing to me She wanted goals like Bey and Jay-Z Then she got left emotionally scarred, Lil Baby I make this money, this money dont make me Gotta chase money cah pussy dont pay me Got a new nigga, but shell be back Shorty said Im unforgettable like Swae Lee The pound sign amaze me Look what its doin to me I just go flood the whole block with trainers One was velcro, the rest had laces Somebody on job could have got a facelift Cause the stupidity And my label love the lucrative me So next time I want ten milli, thats a platinum pay cheque New opp block, the neighbours dont know my name yet But they know theres trade Dont know how shh-shh didnt turn flavours It really could have went the Gelato way Need one hundred mil before I touch my grave I pray, I pray Until then, Im on work, bro, night shift, day shift, night shift, day They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Turn See friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me Look what this money is doing to me Pops said this money is ruinin me Flick My pops said this money is ruinin me My new ting Cuba aint cuter than me And even though she aint ten-ten Its the inner beauty for me How many times did I bring that wraps to boil The T-house brought out the Susan in me Drug squad bootin off the bando door They found nothin bout niggas and failed Done years in the can, now Im free Took the PWITS to the chest but you know for the works had to turn on the the plea They would have threw away the key Two hundred racks for a show Three years ago, I would do it for free Not to long, I was kway up north 875 what I took for that teenth Had to chase this money all through my teens, now this money chase me Ah, this paper long, aint comin in free They say the pound signs turnin me crazy Just look whats it doin to me Ill put two hundred racks on his cranium and make his own friend wanna put him to sleep Funny how I used to pray for a chain until theres bruises on my knees A hundred thou, man blew it this week Seen friends turn foes , then roses grew out my sleeve Ive seen the fiend nearly overdose, and I can still hear that voice in my dreams Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin for me They should make a movie on me, this is a Louis on me Look what this money is doing to me LikkleDotz ES on the beatEmbed

write a song like Headie One French vanilla, pour a glass on me

Yo French vanilla, pour a glass on me No cream soda, a little cranberry You want my Rolex? Act too bad for me But you might need your own one, cah that one thats for me You compliment my cologne Its music to my ears when you moan Your voice and your tone, thats for me What you gonna tell your homegirls when they ask of me? Dont tell them how you feel when you throw it back for me You better tell them all my previous and bad history Cah theyll tell you that theyre into me and going mad for me The game has never been based on sympathy Im only good with my metaphors and my similes Thats why you find it hard when you try to speak to me My communication skills, we can work on that one and gradually I really hope you never turn your back on me Cah it could get so cold when it get to January You grab your phone then you pose while you snap the dash on me I can see your reflection, its in my chandelier You want love and affection Wanna play Summer Walker Create a atmosphere, and a sing along to You Got Potential At times youre resentful The rain was torrential The past was eventful The pain was essential Can we be sexual Without bein sensual and not be regretful? You cant put this blame on me We aint all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you Im not tryna leave you Wont you let me teach you to trust in me? Yo Sometimes I feel like every girl in the world is into me Is that what they call toxic masculinity? I like my girl brown, sweet and thick like Cadbury Sometimes I fantasise about Cara Delevigne I get the urge to entertain every girl that chat to me Apparently, all men are trash, and maybe thats the trash in me But shawty werent around we spoke on BlackBerry That shawty werent around when we sported baggy jeans This nigga from the downtown At an uptown function up cause I got down In my double entendre Dolce & Gabbana, dressin casually In my big automatic, I dont drive it manually I wont tell em when they ask my salary I cant tell them what I spent on my masterpiece, they make that annually Thats for me, the way you do that dance for me It would really turn me on to see you count fifty racks in cash for me Youre expressin all the love you have for me But if the police handcuff me Will I see you in that public gallery? Will I see you? Will you hold it down when I need you? How you gonna love me? Edna aint here to teach you They say that women are the root to all evil Theyll love you on that come up and then when youre low, theyll leave you They want you to open up to them so they could read you Still gon be deceitful You cant put this blame on me We aint all the same, baby, nah You know I will please you Im not tryna leave you Wont you let me teach you to trust in me? Trust in me Cause its just you and me And I know it aint easy for you to trust Baby, no, oh Trust in me Cause its just you and me And I know it aint easy but trust in me, trust in meEmbed

write a song like Headie One Ay CZR, you did a mazza still

This ones cold, Renzo Ay CZR, you did a mazza still Govs on us man for drugs Takin my TV had me vex Pockets full when I cut through WestChain VVS, I cant feel my chest Still get round on a 125 Might do it on a PCX Guns, all man talk is guns Takin a chance might get you kwenged He was pissed when he got it in his forehead Bro tried send man healthcare Everyday used to check my doorstep Pissed cause I never had mail there If I swing this ting then I threw them leathers You shouldve wore a cover Dip in your puffer, I swear he was losin feathers Knife work nuts when I push through sweaters Squeeze that shank, grip that firm I did it bareback with my left hand I get top, get top Mans tying her hair back And she got the Gucci head band Induction, had no lighter Try use staples then blew my cable Had govs at my door with puppies They aint gettin in, gotta move my table Nuff paint and splash on my jeans I buss them low, when I walk Im tuggin Knife work serious, oh so hideous Wanna see his neck back gushin Swing this shank, pray it dont bend Tryna bring this tip back blooded Tryna tear out your guts and livers S still stuck in the cut like scissors Sleep with the addicts, cup full of magic Got it in my pot like a wizard Step out, whos that? Whats that? A bisshead? CID in my mirrors My young boy wanna pay five fifth for a half of rock Thats a Arctic Monkey Said he breaks it down into dots Said hes tryna buy smoke like Dorothy Bro still slaps it in reverse He dont really care bout parkin properly Still hop out with a Ramz or smoke Show them bout barkin properly Bad B and she aint from upsie Throw it back and she arch it properly She name names cah she asked me properly Swear down I hit my last whip properly Had one and then it turned two pack Lookin like Ronnie and Roxy Still gotta duck from the boys in blue Cant get caught with this iron, no Robben Grease them boots, now they lookin all polished You cant afford to get hit with this copper Youre gonna need more than a Ibuprofen Aint ever been a Section 18 If it was me that done that pokin Back that war saw like its from Poland Been on the wing and they want me right back Dodged it, swear I just did it like Coleman Whip that yola, scrape that pot When I blink, twenty-eight grams gone Them man there aint real trappers They just playin with the caine like Son Invest in dingers, headlights off Its us that made it sticky No sellotape when I tape that block Hear the undies screamin out delta Sword on my back like Zelda Just pray I dont get nick like Anelka I tried put nine to his neck like Rondo Do it for my guys, no rights or wrongs bro Index still itchin No license, still ride like were legal And my buj runs black, its lethal Look at his arm, its feeble Im in the T house, watch him inject Now hes gonna infect this Nurofen needle Too much mould on the ceiling Grub gettin sold this evenin That dot-dot came with the nose off Me and S like Caine and O-Dog Two peng ones came to the condo I just want top though, dont take clothes off Govs on us man for drugs Takin my TV had me vex Pockets full when I cut through West Chain VVS, I cant feel my chest Still get round on a 125 Might do it on a PCX Guns, all man talk is guns Takin a chance might get you kwenged Govs on us man for drugs Takin my TV had me vex Pockets full when I cut through West Chain VVS, I cant feel my chest Still get round on a 125 Might do it on a PCX Guns, all man talk is guns Takin a chance might get you kwenged This ones cold Renzo Ay CZR, you did a mazza still1Embed

write a song like Headie One They say that faith can move mountain

Yo Teach, teach Teach, teach, teach, teach Turn, turn Teach me, teach me Yo They say that faith can move mountain Now my neck water fountain One-hundreds on a outin Now I’m dodgin my accountant Middle finger to the council Why they didn’t do rehousin? Fell back and forth to trial, and How much days will I be countin? It really coulda been a murder Imagine me, allow them I used to wanna play footy, I used to pray that I get scouted Daydreamin in the pub, there’s nothin else to do out ere Because the youth clubs closin and the youth offender’s crowded Three one pound coins, they jingle in my school trousers The teachers used to doubt us, now they tell the youth about us They didn’t make me chase my dreams, they nearly turned me coward They ain’t teach me to survive, I had to learn, it took me hours Hung jury, no retrial and they blame the underpowers Psalm 35 its a blessing I stay showered Ive had both fake and some real niggas around me The pagans wanna out me On my head, they put a bounty I grew up on a council flat, pouch and a bucket hat I still aint come to terms that my nigga Josh aint comin back I used to love the trap like it would love me back I couldnt wait for the days to say, Im done with that I come up from the Zeno We in a drought but still my wrist cost me couple kilos All I did was keep it real I was out tryna drill the same day I signed a deal Now to have a conversation, thats a mil Lately, I just feel a way Ima make these niggas feel my pain, yeah ‘Cause its the fall When my heart get cold, who can I call? Heart so cold, heart so cold Im tellin them, The sky and above when they ask me, Whats next? Cah every step is progress when you come from the trench And as I walk through the shadow of death Tell me how these niggas cursin me and praisin me all in one breath The system didnt break me down, no, that shit gave me strength Alone I done like sweatbox, the phone cut through Inverness Life has so much of a mess, I never knew its a mess And Ive been tested so much , I never knew its a test Lately, I just feel a way Quarter million jewellery still dont stop a nigga feelin pain We done therapy that day and I still feel the same If you doin therapy today, Ill still feel the same I come up from the Zeno We in a drought but still my wrist cost me couple kilos All I did was keep it real I was out tryna drill the same day I signed a deal Now to have a conversation, thats a mil Lately, I just feel a way Ima make these niggas feel my pain, yeah ‘Cause its the fall When my heart get cold, who can I call? Heart so cold, heart so cold Where was you at When I was tryna chase that money, tryna get that sack? And niggas tryna be my friends and hit me up with daps? Because they see me tourin and gettin it on the map, yeah Hoes know, bros know I don’t fuck with that and that’s the G code And Im the hottest in the city and the streets know And I do this for my team and my people And they askin, What the fee is? I charge about thirty racks just to sing, bitch Yo, I cant believe this I got the honeys at my shows, showin cleavage Damn, wish you could see this Now my haters buyin tickets and they streamin While Im relaxin at the spa Tread lightly cause you know that Im a star Star, star, star So cold, so cold So cold, so cold So cold, so cold So cold, so cold1Embed

write a song like Headie One All I talk is numbers

All I talk is numbers Skip to 10 and then I just went to the 9 and 8 I’m still beating intents on intents I just sip my beverage My little bro looking at 7 He got nicked with 6 in the weapon The other one done a drilling Everyone ran and they gave me high 5 I been sitting in the can just thinking, what’s it all for? But I still take risks with the .32 spin that’s life Still sport this 1 lev on a trackie and fling a tenner on uncle Then I fling a next tenner on my Lyca bundle OFB stack readies and spend it on skengs and ice Them man ain’t put it no work and they ain’t stack none Someone’s lying Fly out the ride with a 4s, bet someone’s flying I fell in love with the kickback, I come a long way from ridgebacks First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30s and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings Harlem O, dare you leave your bros You stepped out with your chinger, why you breezing home? My Barbie brown and flirty, boujie, Gucci pose Splash and pose, we stepped out tryna Holy Ghost Say they garn do me but they see me and dash, why the fuck am I beefing these cowards? I still won’t lowe him, splash man down have him wet like he just got showered Shotty long like Eiffel Tower, or Chan Kardash Ting got beat like a dotty slug Loski Loose love splash and brag bad First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30s and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings First phone call’s my alarm clock, I don’t need my alarm on snooze Opps don’t wanna see me on the vio, but they gotta give the gang their dues How many times did we step on the opp block, go home burn my trackie and shoes Evidence in the air no clues Cah these pigs make my blood Boyle like Susan I’m still tryna get it like the Jews dem On the wing it’s mackerels and tunas, on the road it’s .30 and Lugers Finesse these broad day bootings Still finesse these broad day bootings1Embed

write a song like Headie One I really did this thing live in the streets

I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I was 18 getting into the edge with a skeng in my Kangol boxers 18 with these bando problems I spent all my gwop on expenses, I made no profit cah the trap werent popping Still see me do the 1 step, I aint diddy popping I really had 2 in the dotty I really had a dotty in the lobby, thats these 2 twin barrels looking old and long like Kojo and Toffie Man cant give me no verbal on social, I come with that 100 emoji then I go turn a whole backroad smoky I spent half of my ps on a ride, I feel like a pony These old school shooters fell off now theyre coming like Wilfried Bony Im in UK doing up brolly, I hit West Green Road for a choffie On the way I might get down donny Then I say all my niggas in the hoody, stick together like a onesie I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I got old friends on IG doing up live Ayy Gs I aint no one getting smoked on my own block twice How you get touched by the opps and then you go join them? Youre on the roadside screaming out Tottenham, but in the jailhouse screaming out Croydon Put the budge and the blue in the dubs and the red I can tell you bout these long nights chopping We cant mix both colours like Compton Were the type to do a straight drill from a foreign Or we can skr on a 125, all blacked out like we coming from Gotham Do it for unlimited flips, taking unlimited risks Me and big bro spent time in the kitchen, look at the flick of the wrist I spent too much time in the jailhouse, I saw my government name on that list Saw my government name on that list I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and sliders I really did this thing live in the streets Dont make me go Instagram Live in the T We was doing opp block in designer Now me and bro do 90 on the m-way in just trackie and slidersEmbed

write a song like Headie One As real as I can put it

As real as I can put it Jealousy is real, and loyalty is rare Its crazy how you can be there for everybody But when you need somebody, nobody seems to be there You know, fake people dont surprise me anymore Loyal people do Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Coulda caught me a bird for a war I aint started But I found myself involved Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Touched road and I grew some roses Got straight out the mud of the soil Is there such a thing as bеin way too loyal? Always eight racks to show How still we aint whipped up for bro Is thеre such a thing as bein way too loyal? Steady and slow always wins the race I turned down million pounds and more Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Still grateful , I’m still screaming money aint a thing thats a mindset I signed for peanuts to my label Cause I come up from nothing, and now it just Gucci, cuff links They said that the deal wont change you But if you get stopped with fifty racks in cash then the jakes cant touch you I signed my deal on a Monday , Tuesday I blew some money Wednesday I patterned up pops, Im feeling like Im blessed by God and mumsy Shutdown my show on a Thursday, Friday I had a copped out from early Uh, but the opps want clout more than they wanna hurt me Its still losses and winnings, but the fans wanna see these drillers They dont want me living, they want me existin You know how it gets in prison Twenty-four hours is a drive-by shootin, I call that social distance Uh, and they wanna blame me for all the killings Coulda caught me a bird for a war I aint started But I found myself involved Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Touch road and I grew some roses Got straight out the mud of the soil Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Always eight racks to show How still we aint whipped up for bro Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Steady and slow always wins the race I turned down million pounds and more Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? My family turned funny, he aint got morals I told em if he link up with the oppers Count me out a relation spoilt I still say Hello to auntie Most at them old school hall parties Or sip sips of a Supermalt, but now if you link up we dish out smoke But that aint my fault, I was mindin my business up in O I had eighteen zeds in the Addison Lee same time as Not3s Notes all in my mari jeans, my Burberry tee it match the coat Coat is a trench, so Im comin for the trenches Somebody told me Im jugglin both I coulda caught me a 12 if I drilled it With my life at risk, oh no I got a hood to inspire, and a family to feed, I call that growth I got nothin to prove , but I got it all to lose When I go die, they’ll call me a legend Like prince Tutankhamun Coulda caught me a bird for a war I aint started But I found myself involved Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Touch road and I grew some roses Got straight out the mud of the soil Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Always eight racks to show Hows still re-up whipped up for bro Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal? Steady and slow always wins the race I turned down million pounds and more Is there such a thing as bein way too loyal?2Embed

write a song like Headie One Nuttin less than half a M

RV Nuttin less than half a M Anytime me and H step in the buildin’ Put my money where my mouth is Shouldve recorded this one with my grills in My mans lucky that he hopped that fence ’Cah if not, gang wouldve drilled him Anything shh get shh Them blanks already been filled in Dip man, no deportation Invest in waps for paigons But I gotta keep them parked off They cant come to my room like Nathan If the devil wears Prada Then its blatant that Im Satan Get round there then shave mans head Gotta do it like Jason Statham Opps say theyre out in the field They ain’t really here like weave Firearm tucked in my body warmer ’Cah I dont wanna burn my sleeve My man said that he weren’t involved I didnt know what to believe Still crash that same way Made blood pour from his chest like Eve How many times did I pull up at Tops Like the last stop on the 243 Its kill or be killed So I gotta make sure that its you, not me Might do it with waps Or get yankey like the New York team Young boy, you ain’t cheffed nobody Tell him get round there and lose your V In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe Four and a half and it came all hard Had to put it on the floor and tread on it Other bit was dust Backed it quick like send man a better bit Tracky ting and gym bag I aint goin gym, this ones got a skeng in it Caught us a unknown one But these rotty bells gon make him relevant Jump out gang, I aint leanin out Im tryna get up close And this half a brick was snow Until I got the rex involved Jump on the ped and go Had the 4s out last time I left my phone Got my neck some gold Cah Im Pyrex livin, stretchin snow Use that presser Load two bricks of coke, no pressure though Jumped out on my man I cant run, tell bro, Dont let him go He probably get away, bro pissed I just told him better days Before I knew skengs, shouldve got a Range If the corn didnt jam, couldve got a face In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe In the T house, tryna get rich like Roddy I was on the M, I didnt do shit in colly Got this fifteen inch tryna rip mans body Ammunition shoppin Man just free up the cash Like what they need to do to the bros in Onley If I rise this .40 Thats defo gon be a GoFundMe1Embed

write a song like Headie One Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home

Lets go, lets go Lets  go, lets go, lets go Lets  go, lets go Turn Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man  gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But  live in the flesh they know you aint ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Fill  up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Bro  want a golden boot from back when the cup was carling Feins them calling invest in waps fill up that cartridge, cause some carnage Op boys think they can vi come back with bang like Carla I used to keep that dots in a wardrobe you must think I was tryna send it Narnia Got this beef on a wrap I don’t know about naan bread He got passa tryna shave mans wig like I’m tryna give man bald head Still do it in a dings, they buggin if they think its Iskaba like Wande Coal Unlike maya jama I didn’t want this storm brought a new niner and it come with corn Bro wanna go halves on a tool I told him its cool I’ll go get my own All I know is keeping it real I could never sell out like my headline show This bad b thinks that I blew and she look at my shoe and its red my sole My Rambo comes in a duo, me and Headie, Krept and Kones My girl said let someone else go mash that work why always you How many times have I saw them yutes and cheffed man quick like gourmet food Any time that I run man down I’m pissed when they get away I hope one of them trips no Ella Mai Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Man get the drop and he’s home Truth is just know gang went there Blood on the floor, red carpet Had my man doing up premier Heard you got robbed for your grub, that food of ghana fufu and kenke Cant take a bloodclart set back boy get chopping and bloodclart head back Man aint got halos Side man done him on the main roads Couple of my goons Nigerian Fuck around you can lagos Stuck it on dem Dat girl bruk it and bend If broski run up on them they’re giving up something like lent 16 brought me a mac Mum should’ve brought me an ipod Just linked fems on a hill bros tryna take off hightops Went jail nothings improving Get a young buck and recruit him Little bro never wears bootcuts but have you cutting from bootings Big fist in your funny face Had to tell kv put the gun away Dick give your sister a tummy ache They say life short but my money ain’t Dis fendi jumpers a one away Big tool on my bruddas waist Can’t come round here go the other way Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie show Fill up the car lets go, bro got the wheel all you gotta do it make sure the darwgs get home Man gotta keep it street cause the ops aren’t on they troll But live in the flesh they know you ain’t ever had to bring the big ting on stage Big narstie showEmbed

write a song like Headie One Me and Lizzie walked down that aisle

Yo Me and Lizzie walked down that aisle Now my outfit more than a couple thou  My nigga Vel chinged a yout bait face And he still took the chance at trial I know that the new generations fake But trust me, the real niggas back in style Gang dem style, cop that box, Pacquiao Get it in, then smash it out Man a 9-bar went in, not Michael Kao I aint go sleep in the bando, nah One day Ill buy a house with lots of tiles Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town My young boy in the Bailey, not Crown, yo How you lifed off and still countin down? Fеds wanna see us down and out Truth is, they love it when thе gang go wild Watch doin grow like a brussels sprout He just wanted to do it for the gang, not clout Thats why we see the jakes on ten toes, Asafa Powell ten toes Dodgin them jakes, all I wanted was velcros Hit the jailhouse, it was knees and elbows Now I get sold-out shows, man shell those Adidas tracksuit, shell toes Rekindle, man throw a stack in the crowd Me and Lizzie walked down that aisle Now my outfit more than a couple thou My nigga Vel chinged a yout bait face And he still took the chance at trial I know that the new generations fake But trust me, the real niggas back in style Gang dem style, cop that box, Pacquiao Get it in, then smash it out Man a 9-bar went in, not Michael Kao I aint go sleep in the bando, nah One day Ill buy a house with lots of tiles Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Talk minimum five to be in my call log Woods on smoke, they should boot it like orchard All for the bros, no Warner No ID like no caller Excellent finish, all when it mattered like Kingsley Coman New shit, X3, not to flex in, that cars stolen Interview room, we dont do no talkin We dont sit well with rats or rodents Got in the bando, not my emotions That quarter turned into a two and a daughter Then into a corner Trident all on my doorstep tryna ask me about courier I told them, I got no idea, Don Toliver Me and Lizzie walked down that aisle Now my outfit more than a couple thou My nigga Vel chinged a yout bait face And he still took the chance at trial I know that the new generations fake But trust me, the real niggas back in style Gang dem style, cop that box, Pacquiao Get it in, then smash it out Man a 9-bar went in, not Michael Kao I aint go sleep in the bando, nah One day Ill buy a house with lots of tiles Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of town Five figures if I touch down Either Im uptown or out of townEmbed

write a song like Headie One I got my Nokia coming like these Bad Bs coming to the Niz, I just watch that twerk

I got my Nokia coming like these Bad Bs coming to the Niz, I just watch that twerk Like Pebbles get him up close, and I watch that jerk My lifes like a movie, I didnt get to sit down and watch that first Whats rap when Im live in the T, but watch me make that work My young boy in the bando and he only job is to watch the work Thats why me Im just doing up M-way, then I hit the gym and I spot the work I was on the wing had time go slow and now my watch dont work Now I do this ting live in the streets, all you can do is watch and learn I was fresh home 015, I nearly ran out of Ps How many times did I hit the M-way, twice in a day with a quarter of each Man cant tell me bout expenses, I had weeks that I trapped for free Right now Im in studio B, and I got a quarter to a stack on me I spent the whole month in a tracksuit, tryna double this Re Old school days I was way to stubborn, hitting opp blocks with my pockets on E Do it for OFB, come a long way from popping those Ts Right now Im way too pluggy, I got all of these sockets on me Doing up dates with bae, pocket rocket on me Rolling deep with a brand new freeze, thats basically last weeks profit on me These skengs dont come for free, I gotta stay woke Cah they want me in Winchey again, I aint too young to go Coldingley Nokia ring all day, it dont take no time just to flip this pack Get him up close, hands on a toast you can watch it crash How much times did we jog on wass, tryna turn fools to packs and dash 6 in the spin congrats, see a man live and crash See a man live and crash no hassle I put flake in my pot and a whole load of songs on music platforms I get paid from both, get it done with rolls on rolls Thats D or C thats with me 4 door truck was risky, 30 shots and a blicky Tryna leave everything flames When you talk bout Trap, better mention K Still cant put a face to the name and the girls still calling me bae See the glitter thats madge, how you calling it straight? Last night had a half of bird, but I got corner today I been up and down the M, how the fiends show for me? All the times I couldnt get me a runner, it was me that went O for me This Bad B didnt wanna know, now she low for me Now she talking Italian cuisines, when we gonna go to eat? I would have no release, if they knew all the drugs Ive ever had on me I got the table looking like a birds eye view of Glastonbury Morning shift, Costa Coffee and I aint even had no sleep I had two trap phones just tweaking, thats before I even turnt 18 I used to wish for a skeng and it didnt take long to fulfil that dream I got different sweets that dont contain gelatine Anything shh get shh, still gotta shh anything thats green I leave the crime scene Messi, and I dont mean the Argentine I got my Nokia coming like these Bad Bs coming to the Niz, I just watch that twerk Like Pebbles get him up close,and I watch that jerk My lifes like a movie, I didnt get to sit down and watch that first Whats rap when Im live in the T, but watch me make that work My young boy in the bando and he only jumped to watch the work Thats why me Im just doing up M-way, then I hit the gym and I spot the work I was on the wing had time go slow and now my watch dont work Now I do this ting live in the streets, all you can do is watch and learn2Embed

write a song like Headie One I might go get that crib gated

I might go get that crib gated Minus on my statement French Ciri got me faded I make a twenty on a day-shift Head to toe in Off-White and I aint payin Six-litre engine and were racin Might crash and think about it when I wake up And plus I fell asleep drunk, I forgot to take my chains off My hitters aint playin, all I gotta do is say it That bitch used to air me, now I make her look basic She used to laugh at my brucked-down trainers Now she ask if I wanna see her naked I dont wanna, she a feisty A bitch with attitude amaze me Every day I wake up, I need a payslip I wakе up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah I wake up, screamin Fuck you Grind on the low, mind on the dough Im on a roll, life on the road, fly these mouths Mash on my bro, packs for the smoke Racks for the show, cash for the dough, ice me out Check how I deal with the biz He wanna feel on my bits, give him a test I put the flick of the wrist Come, then I blow him a kiss B-B-Big drip, all of this shower IV come tall like a tower P-Plug shit, all of this power Caught a sour, blowin that louder Cowgirl, ride this somethin, Im expert Do this only for the fans so its Fuck you, pay me, comin like sex work Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah I wake up, screamin Fuck you I remember, it was family liaison Always misbehavin School uniform fadin Member astroturf trainers Why you think I smile when my chains swayin? Gucci suit, tailored Theyll probably put me up for mayor Thats if I didnt get NFA for these AMs Place cryin cause I didnt wanna do a date Cant cah my fingers and my neck turned baguettie Broke days, tomato sauce, spaghetti Now seaside, dinner, shades on, vision Fendi Eatin food Ive never tasted Money on my mind, it stay adjacent I was dead broke, course I been patient I wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah Wake up, screamin Fuck you, pay me Nah-nah, nah-nah, nah-nah I wake up, screamin Fuck you See nowadays, you just say One And you send out the invoice You know how it go, man Were countin down You got twelve hours left Run that, run that Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky, blicky Blicky Blicky-1Embed

write a song like Headie One Show em Im a little bit cockney

Izzy and Camden Show em Im a little bit cockney You aint ever seen a hundred bags, uhh Boy talk to me propperly All pissed cah your boyfriend want me, uhh I cant lie this shit new But I couldnt but I coulda made her visit in Onley Coulda had a trap in Pompey This plug talk, nigga Im poppy We the only niggas doing this indie Like I beg man look at my pinkie Cant even fit on my pinkie All that bullshit, better just miss me This G-u, letting off fifty You can ask Roman, you can ask Whisky From young Ive been doing it risky Wah, you know 12, like 6 b Uhh, thats 18 bits g Wait, lemme do the maths quickly Quick maths, Imma be there shortly Trap smart, what g man taught me? Think large, what rambz have taught me? Its had fast, what Frank done taught me Big bars what Pros done taught me What SP taught me Done it all and they saw me Now I let my actions do the talk for me My life of friends, they still call me Cant compare, the man corny Not gon die tryna do it for the viewers or clout Cah it will be worth the try But I know Im a wanted guy Keep a barrel that spins like the London Eye I dunno whos who Im tryna keep my eyes open like a yute thats tight I got my bally on, they still know it me And my heads too big, aint a good disguise Dem man der aint on dis, lock the park Me I shoulda a G19 like a automatic car pushed the start Closer ching or get wooshed from far Pull up and watch everybody push their darg Get both love and AM my city Their really tryna do me like Gundogan I still slow drive through the opp block like Im tryna look for a spot to park Judge really gave Kash eight for smoking throught the That was a bit too harsh All we ever do is step, one smoke in the ride, gotta bring two arms Thats four man in the ride, two dargs Real tugs life like 2Pac Part 2: Prod. by Slay Products Really rap what I live They see the truth, its me thats writing it Woulda thought that I dropped the spray in there The way how I put ice in it Back then I woulda slapped his head But now Im too grown, put price on it Lid off the pot, scrape that rock There aint no rice in it They think before cah its waps galore And you know that were nice with it And if shes pretty with swag and keeps it trill I might be nice with it Bags of shoes, Ill put you in a brand new coupé Now, why am I lying? Rather spend it on waps, put it on the blocks To show em its frying Cah Im done with them yutes, their wouldnt Me no done with them yutes, their couldnt Cah I really get busy, four in a door and a neutral bullet Two hands born in trizzy Dem man dont do the road ting fully Theyre just lying and lying Gotta stay away from Harrods Anytime Im going, just buying and buying Gotta stay away from hammers Any fore sell, Ill buy it, Ill buy it All of that talk, they dont know about violence Six in the spin, Ill slide and fry em I aint ever done typing I was juggin from the start Ill turn a jigga to a art Think a nigga turned his phone off I was juggin in the dark Wait, little nigga with a game plane I turn my tracki into named brand I tell em bitches Im a changed man Or cock it and shoot him with the same hand Fuck bitches, get bread first But when I fuck bitches, get head first Trap talk for a while now You never hear me spit a dead verse You never hear me tell a lie once Your gonna phone me back if I try once Couple workers got wrapped up Had to fall back for nine months Then its strait back jugg mode Never talk, thats the hood code Im your favourite trapper-trapper Nuttin like a rapper, trust me man the hood knows Made a killing off a bujj os In the veins where that bujj goes Bags and boxes, thats my legacy If you didnt, then you should know Bags and boxes, thats my legacy If you didnt, then you should know Part 3: Prod. by ? Have you ever put all your bread into grub? I really put my whole life on the phone How could I be scared to be alone? It was minus degrees up noth on my own Have you ever had a blue tick on Insta? Still copped a nina, now it needs a whistler Im still copping smoke, thats even though Im more of a drinker Back where three used to dance to the linger We just pulled up in the dark and lingered Really tryna leave man injured Do another , finish like Lingard Ever been stuck on the wing with the niggas? Buss case and now your screaming free all the niggas I was splitting canteen with the niggas Now I just gotta send ps to the niggas Have you ever had nuttin but a eight ball each for your dinner? Spent your whole summer in the T with the kitties Then catted five in a week from a dinner Step with the spinners I aint tryna be the one that bleeds in the winter My old first turned fishy Now I gotta keep them at distance Two rexs deep in the t house And I got Shmurda blending If they kick this door in, I might have to serve a sentence So Im in the bando rushing, tryna get in then out, no stress We spent all night deleting texts, and asking bro whats left? Never done loads online cah they know full well we step How much times did we go and make a mess? Then laugh off back to the ends Keep one on the way back Anyone we see, like burnt from the ride And free bro cah he done that Deliveroo with a burg on a bike When we hear theyre there, were coming Bare live drumbings, saw me one and spun it I know why everyones running Gotta keep it cool, I can fell the maddest of obbo Left out cah the trap sold out I might go Harrods tomorow I dont even try, just buy it Throw me a pack and Ill fly it And of course the guys still riding Suprised that bros aint tired And dem girls still out ere Suprise them hoes and Been talking bricks for ages Im supriesed these phones aint wired My lifestyles BxB, thats braking bricks How you think Im taking trips? Beverly Hills, saw the latest drip Gotta look lit cah I know their watching, taking pics I dont give a shit, Im in AOD with a Haition chick If think she knows why my bands are long Now she wan fuck me playing my song Said Im gonna take her shop and she knows Im lying But she playing along Told my young boy, fam you got one more chance Hes underpressure, rushing the packs and weighing it wrong I dont give a fuck about streams Trap for fam, its full up of feens Used to be all a dream, now I got twenty racks in my jeans Im in the gun range zetting off steam Wait, slapping at Now Im going back to cally I told Trap Ill bring the bally Foreign ones upon the baddy After party in the valley Twelve summers in a row You can go on check the tally Bad bitch up in the range All she wants is xannys Part 4: Prod. by ? Im feeling loose right now Think I might just tell them the truth right now Cah I got babes in my babes, real buff But its only mount of time till my boo finds out, uhh Look at my lifeEmbed

write a song like Headie One I dont really do well with ultimatums, proposals

Turn, turn Turn, turn, turn Turn, turn, turn Turn, ayy I dont really do well with ultimatums, proposals I can really go out there be not cordial, then cordial I can really go out there be informal, then formal One sec the gang can go on bein lawful then unlawful, therapy I dont really want no one, I can talk to, Hennessy The things that I say, they might not be thought through Them true traits start to show through I cant think of nothin I owe you All the things a nigga had to go through Its only right that Edna goin global I can really be social and anti-social When I was on a walk It was my sister that sent me them postals What you know about Croydon Park? Are you really old school? Or youre just here since the come up? Like seein Hakkasan and Nobu Comin up there was so much things, that was hard to say no to Now we got beef in the streets, that G17s my go-to Im up now but I been low too How bout plans that I had that fall through How my friends that I done come know to How much stories that I tell, theres more to My rose is on, Im drivin passed that school that I used to walk to I put my pin in that blue phone, I press hashtag and then called through My sis played that role, she played that role and that role too Edna you motivate me, this is all you I dont really do well with ultimatums, proposals I can really go out there be not cordial, then cordial I can really go out there be informal, then formal One sec the gang can go on bein lawful then unlawful, therapy I dont really want no one, I can talk to, Hennessy The things that I say, they might not be thought through Them true traits start to show through I cant think of nothin I owe you All the things a nigga had to go through Its only right that Edna goin global1Embed

write a song like Headie One Sweet like honey, I am money, shoes dem bloody, drip still gully

Sweet like honey, I am money, shoes dem bloody, drip still gully I’m in Dior and Givenchy, I only like Chanel when she’s wearing Gucci I step clean in Chanel’s I pave the way If I like that season I’ll lose my mind and I’ll make it rain Double c’s matching you’ll think she’s bait She didn’t wanna fuck when I was bruk, she saw some wads them came and came Face is bait, I zip it to the top when I step in Bape It could be Dior or Moncler runners when I step on stage You wouldn’t even know I spent a stack on this tracksuit, it’s plain Now these hoes want me to put my eggs in one basket Dwayne Wade One level, a trackie no time to maintain a fade 110 on the m tryna cash and make sure I’m paid Sweet like honey I am money, shoes dem bloody, drip still gully I’m in Dior and Givenchy, I only like Chanel when she’s wearing Gucci Sweet like honey I am money, shoes dem bloody, drip still gully I’m in Dior and Givenchy, I only like Chanel when she’s wearing Gucci All of these bad b’s love me come through looking like I’m made of money Life was hard and bummy so I just trapped until I made it lovely I never would’ve worked a 9/5 but Gucci was my kind of design So I just built me a county line, my first 5 was made in country We up now but I come from poverty, I’m a masterpiece don’t bother me Just whipped up a nine in my LV trackie I got quantity and quality Times I prayed for seven days but I ain’t tryna save no face Babes we can fly to the Medellin and I’ll just tell shawty save the dates Spend this change, like I don’t like this money D&G trackie looking stylish on me Shes already there, she hears sirens from me, she looks so good, she- Sweet like honey, I am money Shoes dem bloody, drip still gully Im in Dior and Givenchy I only like Chanel when shes wearing Gucci, yeah, yeah Sweet like honey, I am money Shoes dem bloody, drip still gully Im in Dior and Givenchy I only like Chanel when shes wearing Gucci, yeah, yeah OneEmbed

write a song like Headie One Three for twenty, four for thirty

Turn, turn, turn, turn Sykes, Sykes AbelThePlug Turn, turn, turn, turn Three for twenty, four for thirty This foreign one is worth that Mel B Im in and out that trap house Smash dem packs out ’til man wealthy This white was made in a bando Defo werent made in Chelsea And runnin down all them opps is defo what made me healthy Finesse that back hand grip on my Rambo You’re defo gon make that gurney Ive ridden in a jail house, fist a man up Like how did I make that servery They wonder how I got my sentence and served it Touch road doin up old school servin Ten fiends in the bando, comfy I treat the T house like Merlin All I need is one ching My bro said Im forcin it when I twin Man splash it on your place, thats sauce on spill Last thing he saw was my old gold grills I can tell you ’bout the maddest of losses How I really took ones that killed Now I’m at the table with bro And he said he made a quarter mil You know how much I love O I do it up ’til this cash cant fold Its two and a blue, I put it up all in there I really love Pyrex bowls and stoves Two country phones, thats how we do it up and go And that’s what you call wash and wear Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel Fuck with the opps then you aint my people Most my life has been illegal Crack rocks and drills New day, new sequel Got the baddest B in town The cats say pow, its lethal War? Mans ready The clip on the side of the ting Firm grip, man hold it steady You dont wanna see gang hop out the car Violence, mask like Freddie Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly My lil bro Boogie a gunner He only sixteen, hes still a lil baby Opps cant chat to the gang Cah were all over this beef like gravy My new wap came with a hundred sweets Homeboy, I dont know bout savoury If we dont slide with skengs on peds Then it might be car, no Tracy Bae said she likes that tracky that I bought last week Cah it fits me perfect She dont even know that I burnt it Any opp that I got, deserved it If it werent me, H, Kash or Skat It was from lil Kermit Only way is O, cant violate us and think well firm it Shit gets messy, no Argentina On the other side where the grass is greener Get caught when I bun this Nina Thats you Xd like a pass on Fifa How many sweeps have we done on the opp block? Like me and my dargs were cleaners Bet I cant hear no verbal When I turn up like Im blastin speakers In jail, I was bullyin pagans And I got nickin for beefin govs Get man down with the tuna And I dont stop til I see his blood I can make a mixtape about works that Ive mashed And all of its recent stuff Might see me dressed in Moschino But I aint spreadin no peace and love Mob ties like Lucky and Siegel Fuck with the opps then you aint my people Most my life has been illegal Crack rocks and drills New day, new sequel Got the baddest B in town The cats say pow, its lethal War? Mans ready The clip on the side of the ting Firm grip, man hold it steady You dont wanna see gang hop out the car Violence, mask like Freddie Nuff times I see a big man legs turn jelly 1Embed

write a song like Headie One Everyday I take risks for paper

Everyday I take risks for paper Bae said you gotta dumb it down cah the way that you live your lifes too dangerous My niggas love shooting and shaving, you wanna start problem making Take a stroll with the dots, these battery bells will slap and wake the neighbours All this paper I gotta maintain it, but it aint easy, I gotta stay focused Still getting drawn out by jokers, idiots tryna provoke us Old Vectra or Focus, any will do man pull up with toasters You aint seen nothing self-reload and pop up like toasters, you can get toasted Niggas wanna talk bout guns like 4 years back I werent copping some These niggas wanna talk bout bread and their trapphone dead and theyre probably bruck Hear a nigga got done dirty, I aint gonna lie it was probably us I dont wanna burn this top its my favourite one, but I know that its gotta be done Just saw me a opp from the rear, the driver know that its gotta get spun All that wass on the track, see me live, these niggas just run And the pigs start spinning that drum, all they found was spinners and pumps All I ever hear is waps, tell em boys go get it and come I owe my plug, I gotta supply these digits Break bread with the niggas that I love, so I divide these figures She fell in love with a drug dealer Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna go meet and liquor And I aint too proud of my previous Cah I say intent to supply, but I didnt intend to supply A nigga just had to invest and supply My T-house needs this re right now but I stall cah Im letting it dry You cant see me get smoked on my block, let alone let it run twice My line ring off for a week, and Ive never been more depressed When I rise I gotta send these texts and dodge this obbo Im always on edge This one time my line went dead and I thought to myself that I gotta do deals I been hungry so I gotta do meals, too much fakes Ive gotta do real Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna eat lobster in Hills How opps still throwing up deuces, this beef needs copper and steel Im running for the reloads in my boxers, Im still pissed if this dinger gets wheeled Summertime got the swammy concealed and Im good with this bottle of Posted up with my trackie and new shoes, bro cant roll with me cah he too loose Got old friends that Ive got to shoot, free Bradz that guy is a screwloose Told them man they cant fuck with me and them fuckboys there Ive got to choose Dont get caught in the crossfire Get round there in a bruck down Vauxhall, looking like it just got hotwired Pigs had me sat for a long time, still tryna prove that I conspired Exercise yard with the barbed wire Intent to supply and they said Im the supplier Take this ting for a joke like Quagmire Till I make this beat like Sapphire I owe my plug, I gotta supply these digits Break bread with the niggas that I love, so I divide these figures She fell in love with a drug dealer Bad b come to the Niz for the d, now she wanna go meet and liquor And I aint too proud of my previous Cah I say intent to supply, but I didnt intend to supply A nigga just had to invest and supply My T-house needs this re right now but I stall cah Im letting it dry You cant see me get smoked on my block, let alone let it run twiceEmbed

write a song like Headie One Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you

Heavy Metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We go there apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels Times that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasure Step round there all I need is metal, really take risks its mental We already knew bout drilling, before we ever done it on the instrumentals We would ride with metal on pedals, before we ever done it in rentals Back then it was kitchen utensils, real life we come a long way from pencils Put sweets in the skeng, but they kinda come more like Strepsils The hustle goes right through my vessels I got the fiends moving like United, back in the 90s they coming for trebles I went and got myself indicted, I done a good finish and I made the net nestle I done it from kway like Hernán Crespo TT smelling like Dettol, still distribute balls like Deco I love my one level and a trackie, I couldnt care less about Kenzo Heavy Metal, tryna catch more than an AM with a Skengdo But I still step with my shank, cah every little helps like Tesco Heavy metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We go there apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels Times that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasure I was in the jailhouse doing up Zanco, had no charger playing with cables They aint even knew I was able, now Im getting phone calls about labels We just cant compare these risks, live corn on my hip while Im live on the radio 7 times out of 10 gang got it, if you want you can test that ratio I told my young one get this bread, but hell still smoke if I say so How many new strips have I hit with 8 balls, Im still putting Dudley brothers on tables I was serving in the rain while I didnt have no raincoat I been married to Elizabeth and them man were unfaithful Now for my freedom Im grateful But I still got opps, so if I go there and catch me one thats Finders Keepers like Kojo and Mabel Make sure the treys full, I leave something unstable Show man a real meaning of leanin, come like they just drank a whole crateful Heavy Metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We go there apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels Times that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasure Heavy Metal Gang gotta dish it all out, and thats when they will respect you We gotta apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels TImes that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the D, moretime it aint nothing but leisure It come like the D made of metal, and shorty digging for treasureEmbed

write a song like Headie One T house settings, more time on the M, you know where Im heading

One T house settings, more time on the M, you know where Im heading Got this table thats filled with twenties and tenners, I got a T house fetish Spent most of my teens in a bando, only this year I start knowing bout debits When the fiends in the town need to score off me, I didnt care bout score and credit I couldnt tell you a time cash fell at my feet, Headie had to go and get it How many times Ive been a tennant, upsie, I paid nine rocks to rent it Came out of jail and I didnt get to celebrate my twenty first and twentieth I werent even home one week when I got that Nina and press her I just out me O of each and it gets me a shotty and a stolen Jeep I had a good run this week This fiend dont want me to trap out her yard no more, I guess she got cold feet You know that bando firing hot, gangdem still trapping out Sophies Ive been just tryna ball in peace Im either OT dealing with the drug squad or in the hood, its armed police I took a chase and I threw that boot, I done done it on site like Cardi B Feds pissed off they cant find no smoke, all up in my yard, doing carpentry All up in court tryna tarnish me, I hope my lawyer go hard for me Real OT boy, why you think feds cant lock me in Isis? And if I was locked in a local, that was for works or violence Told shawty Go get her a man that does both Still gotta peel off a bread for a smoke All I ever want is a gun I can stroke, bitch, can you play that part for me? If we get bagged with this .44 long, will you take the charge for me? I told shawty, I dont jugg, I just rap and I do construction partially But Im on the M-way doing up map What you think I do with this cash? Fastest blacked out Beamer with the gang, still jump out, do it and dash Cant tell me bout hustle, jailhouse, I done it with spice and hash You cant tell me bout upsey deliveries, bandos, any excuse for the trap I was kilometres from home tryna charge three fiddy for an ounce of amm Now its dinner in Hakkasan Ive been just tryna ball in peace Im either OT dealing with the drug squad or in the hood, its armed police I took a chase and I threw that boot, I done done it on site like Cardi B Feds pissed off they cant find no smoke, all up in my yard, doing carpentry All up in court tryna tarnish me, I hope my lawyer go hard for meEmbed

write a song like Headie One Labour or Conservatives, I aint got a preference

Teach me Teach, teach Labour or Conservatives, I aint got a preference The only thing that they consider is two thirds of a sentence I was spreadin down some years on a bench press Sav was just beatin round a Wraith when they done the election My nigga Frogga said theres two ninas sellin Tell them, Fling in two extra, we aint takin no pressure Me and RV started twinnin, was comparin wetters Now wе compare whats better, thе Bentley or the Tesla Home visit, red carpets to the carpets at the premiers My main bitch a Latin, dont give away my treasure Still gettin sponsored, listenin to Skepta Now I listen to myself gettin spun on 1XTRA Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed broke On a tour bus, a couple Encros I cant get my prints on them ten notes I still dodge the Jakes, ten toes Featherstone on an envelope Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed broke They put fifty on my head Who am I beefin with with that kind of bread? It must be Kanye, or the other half of the Wests When jail hits, I cant be doin it myself My neighbour got bills to pay, I bet you do that shit for twelve Before they meet the guys, they want the pussy on a pedestal I tell that bitch, Go put that on a shelf Thought I was done goin jail to jail My first time was 012, stuffed that nina with bells while I belt Glistens on my past and my present Cah I see mama, Ima make her dance independent Five top twenties last year, I didnt realise I told my label, Im just happy to be still alive Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed broke On a tour bus, a couple Encros I cant get my prints on them ten notes I still dodge the Jakes, ten toes Featherstone on an envelope Mainstream rapper, autographs on the wing Mainstream rapper, but my ass full of cling Have you ever touched the wing and then been dead broke? Dirty models fuckin on you til that bed brokeEmbed

write a song like Headie One When we slide through theres no stalling

When we slide through theres no stalling Car doors open your only warning Caution, caution, distribute corn in They start running away Reverse this drilling on me No way, no way, no no no Im that young nigga living I aint tryna be on all them niggas just existing I gotta do these drillings I been drilling, I been drilling, I been drilling, I been drilling They complain that I dont listen Cos I say the same shit, tell me something different Shawty went low, she went and gave me something different I sealed the deal, I made that shit official Studio, Im laying something different My lil nigga hungry I just pay him something different Food was came with something different Chicken mixed with steak and thats the taste of something different They look into my eyes and they can tell theres something missing 2 guns I was screaming fuck the system Something different why they think Im on the same shit On the opp block in different places This is my religion, from the streets Im educated Bottle of Ciroc has got me faded I took all of these cases, they someone that caught no different Food case and an AM, didnt know no different All my niggas wanna grind, all these nittys on the line they having my niggas sipping wine I hope the yutes come with an appetite, do damage like Escargot to the belly have that, big bully here so you know they wont clap that Slap that, tan that, Bolo stones so that mad fact It couldve been a spinner but I came with something different He couldve got away but I came with something different Couldve seen another day but the machine kept on spitting I hit him with the rhythm, another nigga missing The stones will therefore lift him When we slide through theres no stalling Car doors open your only warning Caution, caution, distribute corn in They start running away Reverse this drilling on me No way, no way, no no no no no way When we slide through theres no stalling Car doors open your only warning Caution, caution, distribute corn in They start running away Reverse this drilling on me No way, no way, no no no no no wayEmbed

write a song like Headie One Let me put you on that new-new

The foods nice The drinks nice The views nice Youre nice Everythings nice Let me put you on that new-new I got a lotta choices but I choose you The streets are the thing that I been used to Hows your purse, girl? There space to hold this deuce-deuce? She ask me when I change, I tell her, Soon Make her forget when I take off the roof Wе no stress around that, Ima let her choosе Buy her Chanel, put her in the mood, One Her skin out in case she aint no two-tone Aint nobody like it when I move loads One of her bredrins, I can bring a few home Ill get you when Im flexin with the crew My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She want everyting nice She want everyting nice She want everyting nice Ima work you out but I aint no PT You da main gyal, dem a CC And she love to get so freaky Flavours send me outer space on some E.T Whos the man? Whos the man now? Rum-pa-pa-pum, thats a man down I was on the low, Im gettin bands now I can turn a hater to a fan now Let me put you in that new-new You make a nigga say, Ooh-ooh Theres so many but I choose you Theres so many but I choose you My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She want everything nice Them haters, they never wanna let you live life We coming from the mud, we gotta celebrate life Let me inside , let me inside She look so good, I look at everyting twice Attitude sweet and that Chanaynay sittin nice Ill bring you something for your side, we aint checkin the price Anyting or any time My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting My gyal, tell mi what yuh want What yuh like? Anyting or any time So we fly, anywhere we go Where yuh like? Anyting or any time Everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice She wan everyting nice Yeah, you feel me, fam?Embed

write a song like Headie One PJ Pipe It Up Cuz

PJ Pipe It Up Cuz Told that shawty she cant touch but she cant look Back your donny, know this nigga dont play by the book I been out years, I gotta get it how I should VVS on me its a mood Me no love the winner, loose the roof Man need some mink fur on me prrrr Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr Fortune and I richest cos I could We aint do no talking we just shh-shh Wonder why our friends turn on me I say hmm-hmm Dual barrel with my brode they say su-su Keep on fuckree and she love it Got this figure on me, shes a fruit When they just want something to hold on too This fresher than a Siri make her mumble We play but now we play 1-2s Ive been countin, been countin it VVS shining, they go blind if they doubting it Made some bands today so tonight Im allowed the set Babe come sex on me Babe come flex on me I know my bro form long time, you just found your set We tighter than them jeans on the towie we set Dont get lost by the wave or youll drown in it Babe come flex on me Babe come sex on me Dancing diamonds be the mood Dancing girls in the room This aint no regular life Plenty shawties to choose Headie One, I dont know which one to choose They just want me to make em buss like what we do to choose too Stack that paper till the money cant fold up Supergirls in supercars doing donut Big buds in the ting This aint no dargs We didnt chose this life, it chose us Told that shawty she cant touch but she cant look Back your donny, know this nigga dont play by the book I been out years, I gotta get it how I should VVS on me its a mood Me no love the winner, loose the roof Man need some mink fur on me prrrr Stuff that auto in a 4-door, then I skrr Fortune and I richest cos I could I done a split on a stored Free all bros, I would if I could We over dem sides with a broom If dem boys der start acting like fools Love for all my juvees All of these clips like a movie Dis aint me, real talk thats me thats Loubs They want me have nothing to lose Cos they know this nigga cruel We hit those in those targets and those girls, ohh-uhh We dem young niggas winning, its a moodEmbed

write a song like Headie One Nardey, cest chaud ça, ha-ha

Nardey, cest chaud ça, ha-ha Scar Hey La mala est gangx One, Headie One Grr, hey, hey Y a que sous drogue ou dans ta puss que jme sens bien Jsuis dans la sique et les : Tu veux combien ? Tu mas laissé partir, maintenant, guette cque je deviens Que Dieu mrappelle si je reviens Et jferai mеs opps que jsois en Gucci, Prada ou Céline Jsuis rempli de ice comme Headie One, oui, cest du vrai, chérie Ma money membellit, bellit, bellit, toujours un mbéli Vingt-deux carats, paraît qujsuis vulgaire or qujles polis Jordan 4s, Jordan 1s, hand tings, we got more than one Before gang got turn up, kash got bagged with a loaded gun It was T house livin, no Jeremy Corbyn With them dirty waps, it werent up for auction My survivor GP, but couldnt survive a Trey 2, awkward Wish I never knew what rose gold— Did the chandelier here cost me a mortgage? Gang masked up in COVID, but, they dont care bout COVID With all this war, I cant feel emotion The clips get filled, Foden And if it aint wrap then the bando still open Y a que sous drogue ou dans ta puss que jme sens bien Jsuis dans la sique et les : Tu veux combien ? Tu mas laissé partir, maintenant, guette cque je deviens Que Dieu mrappelle si je reviens Et jferai mes opps que jsois en Gucci, Prada ou Céline Jsuis rempli de ice comme Headie One, oui, cest du vrai, chérie Ma money membellit, bellit, bellit, toujours un mbéli Vingt-deux carats, paraît qujsuis vulgaire or qujles polis I cant save a ho, she like, she just out there broken I put ice on my wrist but, it aint been swollen I seen bro get twelve He gotta do two feather with half a sentence like a semicolon How much time did I ride that four-door truck? I aint take my phone in All we did was ride, Trojan All they did was hide, Macaulay Culkin I got bad for worse, had to spend all night till my shorty lotionin On pull up ta loc, tu perds ta caution Aucun manque de respect, on tcautionne, traîne avec bosseurs et inconscients Si javais pas médis dla race humaine, jsrais dégoûté À elle, tas parlé sur nous, jcrois bien quon va séviter Bitch, envoie mes talbins, hey Bitch, envoie mes tales ou pour nous, tu vas débiter Y a que sous drogue ou dans ta puss que jme sens bien Jsuis dans la sique et les : Tu veux combien ? Tu mas laissé partir, maintenant, guette cque je deviens Que Dieu mrappelle si je reviens Et jferai mes opps que jsois en Gucci, Prada ou Céline Jsuis rempli de ice comme Headie One, oui, cest du vrai, chérie Ma money membellit, bellit, bellit, toujours un mbéli Vingt-deux carats, paraît qujsuis vulgaire or qujles polis Jordan 4s, Jordan 1, hand tings, we got more than one Before gang got turn up, kash got bagged with a loaded gun It was T house livin, no Jeremy Corbyn With them dirty waps, it werent up for auction My survivor GP, but couldnt survive a Trey 25Embed

write a song like Headie One Im famous, paranoid , outside mans rollin in a tinted Jeep with demons

Turn, turn My kindness for weakness Im famous, paranoid , outside mans rollin in a tinted Jeep with demons Turn up How can I tell people Stop the violence? Yeah Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Theres gunpowder in the atmosphеre Bro got birded and caught him a phoenix I still feel it , yеah They see me smilin, they wanna take my kindness for weakness Im famous, paranoid, outside mans rollin in a tinted Jeep with demons How can I tell people Stop the violence? , yeah Theres a war outside, I got blood on my diamonds I done came on the scene, cocaine residue on my Nike Tech I tried their music course in B6, Im on TV, but cant believe it I just pray I just dont go broke, Im still on my second strike for PWITS Street shit Bro cant catch him an opp and put it on the net Ill slap him and tell him Delete it Got married to the game, no prenup Thats how I got the bronem when they need it I went Dubai, bros tryna tell me bout works Cant even take in the scenery Believe me Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a three-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit I came in the scene, I heard its a thousand pound for a show Then Im on the stage with the grub in my cheeks On the M-way, Nike Tech Fleece The car on the left it might be police Spent that sand on a six shot pump Funny how now we can spend it on jeans That sit nice with my Celine You ever been in a BBC interview, trap phone ringin nonstop? Its ridicul I was doin up packs and potions way before I went on tour there in Liverpool Caught a case and I told bae, I have to leave Came right back, Desailly I came off my flight in Greece I told Drake I just listened to GREECE in Greece Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Came in the scene beefin We started off bringin waps to the label meetings Freestyle in the Snoochie show, with a trey-eight tucked in my tracksuit Way back then it was Ellesse Only God knows why Im here Maybe all the fans wanna see street shit Embed

write a song like Headie One If e no be money no call me

If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If e no be money no call me But if it is ring ring make you ring my line Hey they say I changed Cause me dey my lane Take that bad energy comot my face Dem vex they say I change Them dey expect say I go be the same boy Why e dey pain you say I no dey need you no morе The matter be say If е no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If e no be money no call me But if it is ring ring make you ring my line If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If no be money don’t call me But if it is ring ring make ring my line Hey they say I changed Hey cause I dey my lane Take the bad energy comot my face Dem vex they say I changed Them dey expect say I be the same boy Oh nah nah nah ey hey, yeah Me I dey move Just dey waka I just dey face my front and my matter Nkw3 moko sane me I no dey bother Water my dreams so say One day one day dey go grow big Nyame nkoaa ne ma gyenkwa I gat big dreams no dey play no dey stutter DMX k33 loyalty before the money dat be how we dey live, yeah If you know me you know say I be real Money makes some changes but money didn’t change me No dey fear no dey make nothing dey shake me Oh na na I get big dreams o I dey do am for my people o My people dey depend on me o I no fit give up on my people o Oh na na Still Hey they say I changed Hey cause I dey my lane Take the bad energy comot my face Dem vex they say I changed Them dey expect say I be the same boy Oh nah nah nah ey Oh nah nah nah ey hey, boy They didnt wanna take me in they labeled me a rebel Motivate myself in mirror trying on my necklace Put this mortgage on my chest cos it could have been a sentence Put this mortgage on my kettle cos we cooking in a kettle Got this cute one and she got freckles Sexy bitches hit me up i aint replying to their messages Its better with a city view everything expensive Fresher than a cereal contaminate my beverage Rely on people never They had me in my cell feeling sentimental huh Out of sight Out of mind Them man wasnt expecting us Minutes later come home and let me level up Niggas turn treacherous Now they upset with us Music and Road its had to keep them both seperate All the time i couldnt hit that laver I had to hit the strip with pebbles If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If no be money don’t call me But if it is ring ring make ring my line If e no be money no call me If it ain’t about the money don’t call me If no be money don’t call me But if it is ring ring make ring my line1Embed

write a song like Headie One Link up for me on this one

Drillers and Trappers Trappers and Drillers Link up for me on this one Yo JM Val, we have to make sure I sound nice They need to hear me You gotta tell em my level so they hear the motto Cos this summer... its drill or be drilled Its every man for themselves Wag1? Wheres their waps? Its like this hoe just won an award, from the way that this bitch so clapped I might blank that hoe, cos Im about to ride with the MizOrMac Upsuh for a month, where the kits want kit for kat No licence Fuck driving that bitch around, I rather make my line do mileage Like Samurai Jack go mains, Samurai Jack go find em Like niggas dont wan beef the gang, niggas know the gang too violent, niggas know that the gang too violent Free B hes on savage shit, he make a nigga do the mannequin I treat your girl like a footy team and like Mourinho man a manage it Upsuh on some trapping shit, upsuh on some lavish shit I need a gyal from overseas so when I fuck her out on some Spanish shit Couldve give dem boy some shells for the... But I rather give him slugs And that bitch aint really your girl, she aint your bestfriend like fuck They aint riding on me, niggas aint riding on us Its like old schools whacking up opps, whacking these guys on the bus We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best, mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best, mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness You niggas just bad with your mates, more time when I ride, Im on my own Leave a hoe strip taped, same colour as the flag from Monaco Cah when I buss this lead, Im a touch his head If not its chest, neck, face or collarbone Ring-ring trap when Im on the road Got light and dark for a shotting crow Just picked up some food Now I got a box and a ped like I work in Dominoes But theres no pizza, 24/7 like Nisa I know them niggas dont like me But its cool I dont like them either Let off shots with finesse, like I press L1 on FIFA Gunsmoke looking like shisha Or you get dipped like you aint got a Visa Bad b come to the niz, she feels my aura like Rita Tell her come offer some briz, dont bother try act like a diva Pengtings all wanna cuff me, feeling like Met police Just phoned up Tuggzy, like come we invest in heat 15 clip thats lovely, still I want extra sweets Condolescene card for your mumzy All the opps gotta rest in peace We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best , mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness We do the road with things on us, intending to cause man damage Manna savages darg we dont panic Man step through best, mind how ya move, mind how ya talk You dont wanna see by slap it Shut your mouth youre not active You think twice before slapping, you aint really bout badness Before I ever knew bout winning All I knew was to take an L Opps dont wanna sleep on a vio But theyre gonna have to take that L Have I really been 8 jails? That mop and bucket, I really hate that smell My young boy sitting down cos he hit a jake and he hate that cell All now they aint letting him home Theyll have to do me the same as well Cah I smashed that AM and the food case as well Feels like that first time in my life that I aint threatened by the cage or bell But I still gotta take these risks Sawn off and Aisha bells Bad b come to the niz for the d, I told bae I hate that girl I get enough stress from the bando, I could never chase that girl Pigs have a terrible time tryna make me tell Thats why they tryna do man dirty, like Johnny Dillinger Doing road in my trackie and sliders, not Tommy Hilfiger My life already like a movie, I aint even gotta go cinema Embed

write a song like Headie One Real road rap, all black, jailhouse

Yo Real road rap, all black, jailhouse Head back, picky like Kodak T house, straight cash when I sold that Didnt do texts like WhatsApp Spend that prof on smoke Cause all year round, I was ready for combat I was in that ride, on that glide Just one day after I signed that contract My man comes for the buj But Lucy only does rock like wombats Eighteens eat dinner, never looks so bulgy when its all compact Sixty in my pack, swear the packet never knew I was on that Course he was gobsmacked Black blade contact make an opp go old Tryna make a Martell, Cognac Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask, Can I get my door back? Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? I was givin out pics like Kodak Light and dark, Benny Banks and Joe Black Had two Rambos, thats two fishes Them Pisces aint even my zodiac My bro Tuck always talkin bout scorps And it aint cause he was born in November Ride on the opps, light up the block Do it like Guy Fawkes in November Heavyweight chips kept changin whip Ran through the whole lot, enterprise She wants me to buy her a bag Im a sav but there aint no gem in I Man spent it on skengs and ice OFB got the block lookin gentrified They say we just rap, thats hilarious Get splashed like Aquarius for tellin lies Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? Opp block settings with Brandon and Ogback I can really show man bout throwback Free the mandem, I want my bros back Gangnem do what they wanna like MoStack Opp block settings with Brandon and Ogback I can really show bout man throwback Free the mandem, I want my bros back Gangnem do what they wanna like MoStack Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back? Still count them twenties an fold that Gotta aim for the kill, cant hold back Them man rap, but theyre liars, its not facts Go ask Can I get my flow back? Bad B comes to the Nizz Couldnt care if she was Scorpio or zodiac Feds went an booted off my door I didnt get to ask Can I get my door back?Embed

write a song like Headie One That’s what I was told you know

That’s what I was told you know Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road That’s what I was told you know Family first, that’s the code you know I still walk the thin line between music and road Loyalty first, that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road To bring ma back I’d go broke you know Still walk the thin line between music and road We’re extracting some gold you know Still walk the thin line between music and road They think I done juju All cause the jury couldn’t get a majority vote Before the judge told me go home you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know They think I done juju They think that my soul it got sold you know All cause a nigga can flow you know Loyalty first that’s the code you know I still walk a thin line between music and road Walk the thin line between music and road That’s what I was told you know They think I done juju They think that my soul it got sold you know All cause a nigga can flow you know Thats what I was told you know My sisters here and my family I do this all for you know You know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know That’s what I was told you know Family first, that’s the code you know I still walk the thin line between music and road Loyalty first, that’s the code you know To bring ma back I’d go broke you know Still walk the thin line between music and roadEmbed

write a song like Headie One Love, no love, I know how it feels to be forgotten

Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Love, no love, I know how it feels to be forgotten Shorty say she cant do this, Im sorry Notice yeah, I nearly choked upon my porridge Months gone by and you aint heard from none of the broskis Tap water diluted orange, its a Northern jail, Im coloured Trust, I cant even trust myself Old days Id walk with a trey or 12 Bro ask why, cah my health is wealth How many risky cards got dealt? You know how many lonely nights I felt? All the times I got empty promise I cant trust a soul, I just trust my pockets Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Hugs, no hugs, I had to hug my thoughts Nobody come to court, I just done couple months on tour The judge thought this is suttin I aint done before Only if you knew that I got bout six Lost couple times that I touched up fours Gloves, theres so much that the Feds cant know that I done I was in court relyin on luck Touch that studio and now Im up The youth finna wanna be like me But it was ups and downs Pains and frowns, it was done before I saw the Sun Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love, one Smoke, dust Phones, drugs Soc, cuffs No love, love Sui, sui Turn, turn, turn, turn One Sui, sui, sui, su-su-su-su-sui Turn, turn Turn, turn Turn, turn, turn, turn OneEmbed

write a song like Headie One No risk no reward, I gotta take risks

No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style Well done you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks now I stuck my different day, but still I’m on the same shit All of this white on the table, nobody can’t call me racist Been getting complaints from the biggies upsuh and they said I push weights in All I’ve done that was the late shift, that 3 hour drive needs to change All my workers know Headie One do not condone installation I got my driver there waiting, you know I got uncle waiting And this bitch on the phone, and she talking some breath bare shit She bout to run out of patience, so you can condone cos I gotta take risks I gotta take risks, she said I should be more sensible My schedule’s so far from flexible, this shit I got it ain’t edible This shit I got here is memorable, so they find it hard to remember you You don’t take risks for the block, you’re ineligible No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style Well done you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks now I’m married to the streets, I stood at the top of that aisle My solicitor said the CPS printing them files off and taking that trial 4 and a half of each, I’m brucking that down I’m travelling miles I told they needed a night shift and I do the day shift Run through 1000s, I remember when I couldn’t see a 100 But now I see tings in abundance, they don’t know my teeth don’t need braces Got a big ting on the block and it feels like it’s been there for ages Feds had me locked on the wing and I feel like I’ve been there for ages My team do dippings and drillings, hard works amazing Pressplay , we don’t leave traces , if it ain’t worth the risk then I will not take it That’s what I tell all my niggas, we gotta handle our business No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks now No risk no reward, I gotta take risks Headie One want it all, I gotta ball, I take risks I keep it real to the core, I will never take this If Headie One gripping the 4s, I dare a nigga to take risks I told em nobody made me, it’s just Headie that made this These bitches come and they go, shawty you can’t change this That bitch there said I’m taking too much risks, that bitch just cramping my style you was taking risks back then, but we’re the ones taking risks nowEmbed

write a song like Headie One I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me

Ayy, yo I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem She dont want me for me, thats why theres makeup all over the foreign She see me in DnG, oh, now we got suttin in common She said that Im puttin on weight, where were you when I was puttin on weight from porridge? She probably wouldnt eat with me if it wasnt steak and lobster She see me in expensive Jeeps , wanna hop in Would you have walked with me when I had to walk to college She wanna talk about the weekend, not bout my problems All I talk is drugs, guns, commas Youre a good girl, why you wanna be around with the drillers, shottas? You dont wanna be at the shootouts but when were out in the summer, topless And she dont want me for me, she aint got options This nigga next to me got bread and a whole lotta watches I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem She dont want me for me, I clocked her and now she wanna beef with me She dont wanna be seen with me if it aint in the passy of the GLE She dont want matching feelings, she wanna match double Gs with me She wanna go swing Ps, but wouldnt touch the ends, do a re with me She wanna do it officially with me, but if I werent lit, shell leave She wanna press me, pressed on a Championship team She dont want me for me, she just want the wads in my Diesel jeans Thats the only thing she sees in me, she dont want me for me I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And she dont want me for me, then she probably had Headie, already Bust down my neck, yeah Now she thinks Im sexy, wanna do Nelly and Kelly But thats a dilemma, ahh Oh, nah, nah-nah-nah Girl, you gotta do better, uh-uh, theres no pressure I got these golden ones in the VIP, all tryna impress me And they dont want me for me, if they cant have me, then theyll have my bredrin And they dont love me for me, they probably just love my necklace If they cant press me, then I go, Presley, Elvis This bad B sendin me selfies, pretend its about red velvet Course she⁠—, course she didnt forget to go get her self in I was on Portland, Durham, Thameside, she aint know me when I was in Feltham Still love when they buck me in person, from all of the gyaldem2Embed

write a song like Headie One Ayy, CZR you did a mazza still

Ayy, CZR you did a mazza still Yo, turn Flip, flip Turn, turn How many times am I gonna need clingfilm? First time I see a .36, I just stared at the box like Id been bingin Come like the bujj was famous, the way I used to ask for pictures I really fucked up the quality, why did I buy the PM in a Rizla? You ever gone up suh? Done a re in a bruck Insignia? Then stuffed two smokes in that same Insignia, I tried to turn the opp block Syria Told my aunt Ill talk the GGs, tell em stop drillin it I had to lie to Aunty Terrier Made quarter mill off drill , still Ill go drill a pagan No reconciliation Fuck all of my opps, its personal Just chopped the crop, get pulled by cops, Ill tell em its personal And I was tryna off white before I knew about Virgil Pray that the gang dont catch you Mashed so much work on the opp block When I die, they gotta build a statue Did it bait that day, was a mad move I cheffed him, coulda left him Never had to, but I had to Keep it one hunna, niggas know my angle, never been acute Yo, two hand tings, twin sisters, one a bit older, Serena and Venus I say a prayer, then I glide, I dun took them risks, I believe in Jesus Two packs like Ferb and Phineas, I made Phineas Ferb Me and bro see a opp, then he chinged it , Im surprised his wrist isnt hurt Bro did slap it in reverse, but theres times he didnt reverse He slapped in drive and he mounted that pavement Thats gangnem drillin out twelve Or hop out the ride tryna shave mans head back , Fabian Delph Then I pray to the Lord that I dont end up in a cell I never used to smoke like that Since them opps turnt pack, Im a stoner If you add up the works that gang did Thats a hundred stabs like Aidonia Did road with a mask and gloves Way before man knew about Corona To get my wap, I text my yat Like Dexta Daps ,come bring it to the owner Same girls that got their heart broken Went on Facebook and switched their status Move like they wont free up the cooch cause theyre Insta famous My niggas just re-up on food and bruk it down, no Mr. Vegas Grip the stainless, spill mans juice like Im mixin chasers Spill mans juice like chaser, mix that Hop out in my Air Force like DigDat Remember when we went there, done it on ridgeback Wheels still rollin, hopped off, chinged that Bro slapped off on the opp block Swear that it gave him whiplash Luckily, he locked them elbows He wasnt really tryna feel that kickback Ring trap out the bando, no giff gaff Young boy aint tryna take a break, no Kit Kat Interview room, he aint doin no chit chat Ever had jakes tryna video link that Foul play in the field, we aint even playin with shin pads Lil bro scored on a opp, but now were just sipping on liqlaq My man ran when his friend got got All now, he aint rid for his member Anytime that gang go attackin Opps full back like Timothy Mensah I asked bro what happened that day He said, four got it like he didnt remember .44 works like a DJ Load that up and spin it like Bempah Anytime me and my bro step Thats at least one swammy on us Two in the dots, three man in the whip with bally and gloves Phoned my plug for four and a half He gave me five, flang me a touch Told him bring me the pack next day like Amazon does Embed

write a song like Headie One Who made this? JB made this

Gotcha Who made this? JB made this It was me that he hopped that fence from Bro said roll safe’ cah lifes too short So the clip in the skengs long It was me on the back of that one-twos I dont know where bro got that ped from It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at I ain’t talkin bout mentions I need all of these feds gone You already know what my friends on If I buy that wap and send at man Its me that the corn got sent from Its me that was settin up shop 24 hours, gettin these Zs gone No sleep in these streets, no back and forths We ain’t playin’ no ping pong How you start your own war? Now your friend got-got Little man dont want no parts Built like Tin Man, coming like Drake Either way, you ain’t got no hearts Grab my cannon and shoot man live like a camera man, just ask Corn got thrown like darts I hit my target clean then hit that bath Still gotta buss shots, what I did in the A M, hes great, hell do it with bae Shots to the chest, let it burn like praise Or Usher, bare dance when the ting here raise Hit my prey then pray Knife work shine not ye, I beg a man pree my chain I dare a man test my gangster LDs not about banter, I’m all about smoke like cancer Whole load of shit on the table, get it all wrapped like Pampers ST out with the Coke can, make the ting fizz like Fanta Got two in this unsawn Trenton Tryna leave his head back more than dented Rise up this two litre engine My young boys aint got not chill They dont wanna know nuttin bout Netflix Got nicked in the bando And hit the bando when I done my sentence I guess I aint learned my lesson Still two-0 for a three-four or six-five-0 for seven We lost a next wap, its cool Becah we still got smoke for the twos I guess the gangdem good like Megan Trident pissed cah I got NFA for a next attempted Yo Rev, aint it just getting repetitive? Seen a opp boy stare feminine Got a fresh nine to test Man take it to the 9, make sure its genuine My new ting wanna know how Im getting it She aint know Im en route with this two and a blues Cause the spot like a penalty All I do is count these notes My wap tryna make that beat like Remedy I got bad Bs sendin me nudes Probably cah Im steppin in Loubs Came a long way from being rock bottom Like the wrestlin of the move I wrap white like a Devlin tune And I step with weaponry too Last time I got nicked Had a shank so big, couldnt fit it in the evidence tube Last time that I backed my flick Couldve dislocated my wrists On the opp block everybody hates me Still go there like everyting criss Them man get wet like tissues Still, none of them aint on piss I got two in the dots and six in the spin Rudeboy, you can take your pick Many men want me dead Just like 50 Cents song Run man down in my sliders Wouldve been stressed if I ever had creps on Since I was young like Teflon I been magic with the stick Ill slap it in your wig, its a vanishin trick Like, nigga, where your head gone? It was me that he hopped that fence from Bro said roll safe cah lifes too short So the clip in the skengs long It was me on the back of that one-twos I dont know where bro got that ped from It was me and bro on the whizz tryna find where they at I aint talkin bout mentions I need all of these feds gone You already know what my friends on If I buy that wap and send at man Its me that the corn got sent from Its me that was settin up shop 24 hours, gettin these Zs gone No sleep in these streets, no back and forths We aint playin no ping pong1Embed

write a song like Headie One When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding

When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go She wanna know how long Im gone for but Im not sure You know Im still on the road even though Im off tour Last time I was gone for a week, turned my girl mad Gotta come home with at least a Chanel bag And she more like my right hand Always picks me up from the airport when my flight lands She aint no regular girl Had to stop sellin Calis, I lost ten in the mail Told my bro Lifes sweet, make it heaven or hell Lookin for them real niggas but theyre dead or in jail Thats why I rather be with my bae overseas Honestly, right now, I got way too much keys She always thinks Im entertaining these hoes But Im in love with the money, thats relationship goals, uh And even though I live there, Im never home Cause thats that money calling on that telephone When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go She know I put the work on the street Forget the word on the street Im puttin work in the T Every once in a while, go and work on the beat I just talk what I live When I say we cop smoke, I aint talkin no spliff That sawn off shotty, got it all off a shift And that Nina turn a rock, that was caused by my wrist Check my eyes, you see the pain from the tours that I did Forget crying waterfalls, the water falls on my wrist When the money start calling, Im running, not walking Three for a twenty, six for a forty Babes, you look good but Elizabeth look gorgeous Gotta chase this money, the arse is enormous When Im back home, you can get your back blown Love to watch you throw it back while I hold my crack phone D&G fragrance, say she love my tracksuit Pussy so good, I nearly told her Thank you When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know the moneys calling When you hear the ring-a-ling ding ding Baby girl, you know I got to leave to go1Embed

write a song like Headie One Starish Ent, OFB, free the mandem

Yo RV, Headie One Starish Ent, OFB, free the mandem Rah, its BKay Bkay on the beat Drillers & Trappers out now The One mixtape coming soon, Cruddy On The Streets 2 coming soon Rah, its BKay Starishent dot com I see them man dasheen Cah they always been talkers, see me in the flesh, its always been waters They come like the boy there Ashley I keep the skeng close like Roadman Shaq and Asnee Come like Im on the lurk for a boy band, the way that I search for them boys on the backstreet And what the fucks rap, when Im still live in the T Just last night I had to flush that pack, now thats somewhere in the sea I rip my 23s, rudeboy I can tell you bout doors and hinges CPS tryna get papers printed and still I NFA on these bitches OFB, all of this work on the T, my trap game on fleek Cah I know that this beef aint cheap Them man said theyre on me, them man lie too much I put designer on bae-baes feet, and I dont even like them on mine, too tough Interview room stay silent, new skeng needs a silencer I fell in love with the silent stuff I cant mix pleasure with business, sorry hun Big 4 we aint leaving no stitches, get him from close or distance Slap man in the head or torso Jump out the ride, were still moving, gotta do it like Grand Theft Auto Tuggzy and Headz my bang bros, and I aint talking about pornos I was out there with gloves and a mask when I shouldve been wearing my school clothes All straight cash, no sort code Go park and test this chrome Still throw up Fs and Os Them pricks ride out on snap, in my hood phone gets left at home They aint on at all, I dont know why they think theyre bad Shh curled up in a ball, so I had to ching mans back On the opp block in Kervans, eating or takeaway Catch man tryna take his bae, that shit there will make my day Gun sounds like 808s, put him on a box like David Haye You can hold this corn like a man, if not then youre taking chase They run from me and they run their lips, opps aint bad, they stunt in vids Tools on deck, we come equiped, sawn off cost five hundred quid Chest shot, blow out your lungs and ribs Mandem say Im too violent, I just laugh cause I love this shit Lean and finesse this drilling Or fly out the ride, fishing, Im really tryna catch me a big one Lil bro done 14 days in the T, tryna up his income Holding a skeng that I left my prints on Done birds that I aint tryna catch me a big one, drilling and trapping with wisdom Nowadays I dont know who out here wanna do me, Im feeling like Abraham Lincoln Keep a Tre for the opps moving booky, youre real lucky if you catch me loosy I couldve been three years into this eight, now Im three bites into the steak 90 on the M, gotta dodge these jakes, two on the Q, I might Middle finger to the judge, they done Brad dirty, that was unjust Lil bro doing up opp block, tryna catch a M-K-ThePlug Thats no income, no funds Bro-bro just go there and do it for the gang, thats love All I know is grub, got some TT , got to do it all up OFB do the baitest bootings, the streets know its all us All of this violence and blood, interview room, stay silent its a must I been in the jailhouse too much, Im tired of metal and cuffs I aint got a point to prove or make I really had skengs in the ride and I buss red lights tryna lose those Jakes God strike me down if Im lying All this corn Ive been flying, they add K but no one aint dying How many times have they got away, Ill soon get man down its all timing How many years I been riding, all this time they been hiding On the opp block with Headie, me and my dawg like Peter and Brian All these packs I been buying, Get Rich or Die Tryin Got six figures in savings, but keep it private like Ryan Ayy, my black rambo thats my BM Ayy, and I gotta keep it close, cah you know that the streets aint safe Ayy, drilling and trapping in my DNA I dont know these youts from the Nine, but they make diss tracks like Meek and Drake Freddy and Jason, you know thats me and H Ayy, were the reason that they leave their mates Burst with my chrome, burn my clothes, cant leave no trace I got a bag full of bells, thats new, the guns old like Theresa May OFB Starish Ent Hardest Out, GRM Hardest out for real Starishent dot com Rah, its BKayEmbed

write a song like Headie One #31#, you dont even know who rang it

Pipe it up PJ Nostalgia #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it Better hide what we got in the car or its back to the wing where theres not enough staff Running low on snow till I put it on my boat, now weve got enough hard Other side aint got enough heart and we go on bikes if theres not enough cars I was in the T house breaking a half, watching the door like Im not in the charts Like bro said, do it and laugh, do it and run, do it for fun And we happy, done it with two till bro went coo and done it with drums I clapped when shh got whacked, what a brilliant one Anytime that we mash that work, play it dumb like it didnt get done Tap bro-bro when I see my man, gimme this one But hes too selfish, hes tryna finish this one Oh well, my works is his works, teamwork makes the dream work With a .44 on tour, lets see who we see first #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it I used to dial with a 141, just to tell bro control this package You know how many 101s got sold before I went and bought a cannon Dont even ask no questions, course it got-got if got caught lackin I cant even fit this 4s in my Amiri jeans, Im into smokey fashion Opp block tour with a S on the dashboard, make sure theres no more dashing Handting and whole load of Rambos, thats a normal pattern Them man are no certain gang ting, theyre tryna force the badness X5 tryna get in front of the Benz, bragger Got this razor blade, still tryna cut all these bags up Still turn this soft to a rock in a two to the mick, no Jagger This beef gets real, no banter, still tryna turn these pricks to ganja Got this rose gold all on me, these two chains aint even from Atlanta #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag it #31#, you dont even know who rang it I just buss this plastic bag and smelt that stench, ask whats the damage Talking wass in front of my boujee ting, now shes asking whats a matic? Next one asking whats a whoosh?, told her the one where we had to drag itEmbed

write a song like Headie One Aint it different? I link my ting in LA

Suh, suh, s-s-s-suh Aint it different? I link my ting in LA But I cant fly to the States cah I got too much convictions Apparently all I talk is prison, but I dont know no different Cah I was in jail up north, runnin another coalition Fresh home, I bought coke and whipped it I put some roses where my wrist is You aint ever made a birthday cake from Digestive biscuits Will have to take lemon juice to a piss test Every day I look up to the Lord, give thanks for all this litness Come home, frеsh out the system, gymnast Rollin with smoke on my jonеs Pigs want all the camera on me, not the one from Dipset I still cant mix pleasure with business, sorry, princess I come a long way from broke days I got to work and fixed it Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Circlin around on the block, cant miss if I shoot, two suits and a stick Been in the field from qway, I was eleven like Ryan Giggs Now Im twenty three, I got bands on me, thats a silent hit Peng gon blow out her back, got girl on my lap like a scientist They used to tell me I wouldnt be shit Must be a lie if I look at my wrist Me, Im survivin, I said I would do it A matter of time and Im movin up quick Aint it different? Didnt change while makin a difference And its still no lackin, man still complete that mission Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? Spent like ten years grindin Covered in diamonds, never been minin Came through, mans still shinin Cah I was in Homeford House with the pack And now Im in Dubai, limin Me and Headz landed abroad, two new kettles, perfect timin The new whips white on white, peanut butter, rose gold linin You can catch me in Central Car so dumb, when I press this button, its gone, I dont do rentals Air 1s fresher than menthol I dont wanna get shit lit, but the way that bro grip sticks aint gentle Summer time shootouts, big big loot-outs Get corn stuck in your dental Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Aint it different? When I first stepped in the game Man tried leech on my name, now they wanna act all distant Man love smile in my face and then they wanna chat like vixens Its good, its not back in the day, woulda got yourself wrapped on Clifton I dont really take no checks, Ill warn you And I dont do threats, Im cordial I dont even Snap on the jet, its normal Black tie, but Im dressed informal Like the boys from East, Im nasty Dont do drip, but I still stay classy You wanna know, then ask me, easy Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah Baby, are you up for this? I am feeling hot tonight Ready for the bump and grind Wheel it back and run it one more time, yeah, yeah 1Embed

write a song like Headie One Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water

Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order? Fried down Fire In The Booth with Charlie, it was just fire in the T with Charlie Had to tell the fiend, shh, stay silent cah every noise at the door it alarms me Cant go through normal charges, either the grub lookin at me like part me Until Im suttin tryna off this green, no cutter do the hustle all in my archies Done bagged up so much crack, I think I got it all in my arteries Still go spend this prof on waps, aim it straight, treat it like archery I aint ever done grime and grind, still do it daily like Post Im whippin that bowl, kill it in O, thats why the govs said significant role Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order? Spent fourteen hours in the T, baggin the same grub for a different phones Theres bread to break for me and bro, he aint gotta break bread from a different loaf I got both opp blocks under pressure, same way I took the presser and did it with both Im tryna put a opp boy on a stretcher, talkin bout stretchin, man did it with coke Bruck down dinger or moped, I got the .38 spins, bro cloned it Two spin tings deep, were rollin, step and make the whole estate take notice I was sittin in the T with cokeheads, shottin to Jenny from the block, not Lopez This white and brown like my OT line, always left the green last like gold does Nearly fucked up this whip, too much kettle water Still gotta trust this whip to go get my kettle watered Fifty six days in the T house, didnt get boom, thats torture Even the jakes know thats out of order, cah they just made me lose a fortune One leather on a tracky and Jordans, come like my costume You know all the shit that Ive gone through, now my bezzle watered Wish I could stop at the nearest BP, get my petrol sorted On my only stop is the T house, ring-ring, trap, now whats your order?1Embed

write a song like Headie One They want me in trouble again

They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again Me and big bro don’t ramp no more, that’s probably cos we’re too alike 17 bought a dots for apes and a q of light, all we knew was white These pigs don’t want me to shine, got me sitting down doing life Getting mad cos they’re under staffed, and they’re just unlocked to a tie Young nigga in Feltham, all a nigga knew was fight Last year I went 4 months basic, Tameside breached my human rights Just done ride a licence, and I ain’t even booked a flight Came home and I built 2 lines cos I’m really tryna make up for used up time How many times we doing 90 on the M, fuck all of these opps I wish I could fit 90 in the skeng, before I ever did it in O I really have to try it in the ends, I just counted up some racks I remember having no money on my spends, they think I do juju Cos I got NFA for another attempt Bad b didn’t wanna know, now they all tell me they love me again But I gotta put the trap first, invest this bread into skengs Cah it’s true when these bitches say know your worth These opps ain’t done a one dirt, in Tottenham I still feel at home like Spurs They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, guards giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and again Sport this 1 level on a trackie, I could never look tacky I make everybody feel trappy Do this ting live in the streets, even the kittys wanna help with the bagging Nought 9 down to the t, stretch this package Mr. Fantastic I really walk this walk on the streets, dem man dere just type it Money on my mindset, I got the hustle gene no Wyclef How many times have I found myself in the interview room with Trident I just exercise my right to silence, I hit the jailhouse and ride it If man get try diet, that servery I’ll fly it Until I get tired, that’s hella headbutts and flykicks I touch road on violence, that’s blood all over my Nike ticks Big bro showed me to fuck with the press and the Pyrex Still tryna make a killing off the BMW and I don’t mean the i8 That’s all my trapphone jimming, I come like I put it on ‘roids My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void My opps just making up noise, that internet scoreboard’s void They want me in trouble again Want me in induction again, giving instructions again Letters bout loving again, visit hall kissing and hugging again That mop and bucket again, empty and rubbish again And these feds try cuff me again, Lord knows that I’m touching again Still try do man fuckery again, man hope I get lucky again Nigga I’m two man up with the skeng, avoiding undies again Circle the opp block again and again and again and again and againEmbed

write a song like Headie One Like a week to go now, my G

Yo, Heads Like a week to go now, my G Love Faith has feathers and with all my air is fallin It take to share my hands with you and let you help me We march on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on In my cell, countin down days til March done Disloyalty is somethin I stay far from Feds lookin for someone that they can throw a charge on All the times I go to face-to-face with a sergeant The hustle aint stoppin even when were far gone I aint tryna find someone to blame my past on Still got machines, not the type to put your card on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on In my cell, countin down days til March done Disloyalty is somethin I stay far from Feds lookin for someone that they can throw a charge on All the times I go to face-to-face with a sergeant The hustle aint stoppin even when were far gone I aint tryna find someone to blame my past on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery but, still yet, we march on Faith has feathers and with all my air is fallin It take to share my hands with you and let you help me And let you help me Put my game face on Tryna keep control like a PlayStation Do road and my Chanel lace done New day, but its still the same stuff Last night that estate was taped up Yeah, I told you straight up You dont wanna hear keys everyday you wake up Its the half of that key and now you gotta pay plugs Reminiscin bout a Rolls with your flannel Radoxed Now you start to wish you packed it and got a day job All the times I go face-to-face with a sergent The hustlin aint stoppin, even when were far gone I aint tryna find someone to blame my past on Yeah, I been through so much fuckery, but still, yet we march on My soldiers, the bravest My closest, so courageous My soldiers , the bravest My closest, so courageous My soldiers , the bravest My closest , so courageous My soldiers , the bravest My closest , so courageous Faith has feathers and with all my air is fallin It take to share my hands with you and let you help me And let you help me The soldiers, the bravest My friends was courageous We march onEmbed

write a song like Headie One When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash

When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash They push their friends and they dash If you aint fast enough you get stabbed How many times did they try run? And a too slow 2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes Were Silwood militant splashers Late night might pull up with assistance Might roll with the bruckey One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom Lean with a ting dont leave your ends Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend How many times have they left their friends? Really on foul play tryna leave man benched Name an opp block I cant go to If I didnt score that point on an opp, hop out of the whip like Ozil 2 guns up no Bogle, light mans head like Goku Anything green get bun, OFB we taking that global All my niggas are old school, got the mandem laying down stabs But they aint doing no vocals Niggas keep talking that wass, its calm till I make that focal Make the young gs get round and smoke you, bros in jail so I gotta send postals In the field my shooters are anti, them niggas did chat on socials Old school like Clashford Bro just past me the skeng, he just assist this goal like Hazard I done way too much road on the opps bout time that my toes get pampered Feds think the evidence got tampered with, cos the case went missing like Madeline I used to have friends but the contract got cancelled Big guns get handled, olympic ting Kurt Angle Fill up with teeth no enamel Finesse this broad day chinging My shoe sole no Campbell When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash They push their friends and they dash If you aint fast enough you get stabbed How many times did they try run? And a too slow 2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes Were Silwood militant splashers Late night might pull up with assistance Might roll with the bruckey One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom Lean with a ting dont leave your ends Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend How many times have they left their friends? Really on foul play tryna leave man benched Im in the trap tryna multiply numbers, breaking down bud send it out in abundance Plug threw me hella packs of the onions we aint no get it gone for the hundreds And Im still with my goons from the function, I back my villian what the fuck is an option? Babygirl tick tock upon the pumpkin, squeeze it g you can eat some dumplings Ay hush your mouth about cuddling, married to the trap flavours get the loving Anywhere get popping, militant 15 penetrate them long start coughing Me and bro on the 500, shit den fuck bro see an opp, A done him And me and T on the 4 door whiz, tryna get rich, tryna get the phone milly rocking Were militant Silwood surgeons Get the largest weapon, theyre still injections any appointments get to working What you know about the Asian dots, start jam so you have to show the knife works certain And theres still two Ts when we lurking 100 toes, 10 phones no service Ring ring trap not just all twerking Music is the motivation Free all my guys incarcerated Still grinding dont feel its enough Out here tryna see all these papers Im a grind till you see me in cuffs We aint talking bout females love Shing shing show till you see mans blood And its OFB and Silwood Nation When I pull up and crash, opps are gone in a flash They push their friends and they dash If you aint fast enough you get stabbed How many times did they try run? And a too slow 2 skengs in the ride, thats two hoes Were Silwood militant splashers Late night might pull up with assistance Might roll with the bruckey One lean on a donny, slap out your wisdom Lean with a ting dont leave your ends Rammy or the kitchen know it dont bend How many times have they left their friends? Really on foul play tryna leave man benchedEmbed

write a song like Headie One I’m in the fast lane jakes in the rear

Ay I’m in the fast lane jakes in the rear And I cant help but panic It’s my first strike then Im caught with this package So it’s sports even though there’s traffic My life ain’t all lavish More time Im tryna put down for a rainy day Peel off a cannon and go let if off where the paigons stay Paigons gotta stay paigons We gotta do them up for their paigon ways My young boy in jail for splashing And he ain’t of age I really saw him grow How am I gonna explain when I see aunty He’s sat in court looking at the judges eyes Cause he’s feeling all anxious Think about the times when I was in the T active And the blue boys grabbed me Could have been sat all now If they didnt catch me when they catch me Young nigga trapped in the hood tryna trap his way out Of course Im trappy Do it for Brad same way, go do it for man Course that’s family Never been scared to be alone I hear to be alone now numbed down from this brandy Young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You niggas only fucking with a nigga cause they want clout You ain’t proud to know me then but now you tell me your proud You bring your negativity You create your own clout They know this is my destiny There’s one way this could go down They tell me they love me, it was a lie that they was telling me Constantly thinking if I die would they remember me Now they see me, treating me like I am a celebrity French ciri to celebrate my life over Hennessy I’m in Dubai throwing cash in the air I just done some damage Spent like 15 rackers Hit the trap house made it back rapid How many years are man gonna spend getting high just chattin? Me I get high off life and the love of high end fashion Louis or Gucci pattern, might be the Dolce Gabbana jacket Done spent my dough on expensive smok It deserves an expensive man bag I done hit the t with no complaints Bits of both man bag that That’s a bit of Austrian and Baghdad For the fiends Now I got them movin like me they all numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down You ain’t never seen a young nigga that’s so numbed down These niggas only fucking with a nigga coz they want clout You ain’t proud to know me then but now you tell me your proud You bring your negativity You create your own clout They know this is my destiny There’s one way this could go down They tell me they love me, it was a lie that they was telling me Constantly thinking if I die would they remember me Now they see me, treating me like I am a celebrity French ciri to celebrate my life over HennessyEmbed

write a song like Headie One I can shut down a verse or a chorus

One I can shut down a verse or a chorus I done spent the whole summer time trappin out of Martins and Laurence You know got so much love for my roses So fuck the jewelers, next time you catch me going to the florist All I ever wanted was some progress, uh Everything above and beyond is a bonus I had armed jakes spinnin up my ride for some posters Now they gotta watch everybody toast us Yo, its a celebration, young black brothers being celebrated Elevation, no more separation Fail to plan, plan to fail, it took preparation Got a first in the trap with no dissertation Got the ammunition for my self-preservation And made the block lit, it took dedication For my brothers, not Jonas Now its five OF tenants on the tour bus This life I still pray it aint temporary its for life And we stand in the morning all day And through the night When the sun goes up you see my diamonds on fire To get this water around my neck I had to cry, cry In the trenches, its just trials and tribulations Found my education and found a new location Ive fallen flat on my face, aint seen familiar faces I got stabbed in my back, the article is bladed You know lifes fucked up when your safe space is That dusty bando upsuh that the jakes invaded Wish I could make that happy music like Craig David But Im pain built, get em paying for their playlist It was segregation that had a street niggas doing meditation Pops done his best, there were no explanation And now Im tryna influence a generation Top floor reservation So high in the sky, can inspect the nation Turn up, and of course the views amazing I guess its compensation for the times that they took us We was looked down on, now the crowds fifty-thousand This life Still pray t aint temporary its for life And we stand in the morning all day And through the night When the sun goes up you see my diamonds on fire To get this water around my neck I had to cry, cry1Embed

write a song like Headie One Gucci Louis my colour for real

Gucci Louis my colour for real Louboutin is her heels I know Rollies might try and follow the wheels The obbo is real We invested in copper and steel You can get fried like Kentucky for real We expected this fuckery for real Still risk getting hope we get lucky for real Gucci Louis my colour for real Louboutin is her heels I know Rollies might try and follow the wheels The obbo is real We invested in copper and steel You can get fried like Kentucky for real We expected this fuckery for real Whats the deal, still keeping up deals Still put bread into skengs and I still aint got me a Smith unlike Will I really had a on me take a chase uphill while you was wrapped up in your quilt Really had a half of box of me up north, but I never put on no kilt Trust me the obbo is real They had me in court tryna deny my guilt Touch road and my first meal was jollof for real Still find myself in the ride, two rambos twinning And theyre tall like me and Colo for real I had to Sneak like Bo but for real These coppers for real 90 on the M all for a meal Thats buj and for real Put down readies now sauce on spill Yes I got shh on the cooker for real I aint tryna wish I could win the lotto Im up and down the M tryna dodge the obbo I dunno if Ill be out here tomorrow I just folded a 20 and I made me a comma I do road with a whole load of things in the motor Feds wish they could grab the revolver I could Louis and Gucci my loafers Been time since I been sleeping on sofas Found it hard to make toast in the jailhouse So I just touched road and got me a toaster The obbo is real They need to let the wing free like Oprah I gotta set the bar high in the T I cant set the bar low, Gary Spent 013 in the bando And I was listening to Potter no Harry I remember having no charger So I had to preserve my battery All Scott wanna do is score and I told him dont Dele just wait in the alley Old school like Tim and Barry Hit the opp block tryna smoke me one You was worried bout smoking on Cali Im up and down the M with Skatty Treat the bando like your local cash and carry All old school Im looking through the letterbox trust me Ill do that one gladly Four door revving, two skengs in Two litre engine, you love this friend ting So dont left him, you better be De Gea tryna save your bredrin Trap phone benching I got this... that I just cant put all my eggs in Bruck down penny of each Distribute balls like the same way President Trump distributing his speech I swear me and T wouldve been rich If we ever had a run thats clean But for years we were doing up jail Between two Gs thats hundreds of weeks Thats all for juggin and violence Obbo in the hood thats Trident Things in the kitchen thats science Trap phones filled up with clients And these opps cant tell me bout riding I had their whole block smelling like tyres And I know what it feels like to be dead broke cah I scraped the fuck out the Pyrex And I heard a whole load of sirens How they talk about pressure, when its me that applied it I put skengs in a bruck down Vectra Them man are bruck like Lesnar Still get it in a dance I couldnt give a fuck about wands and sensors Circle the opp block too many times now the gang just restless1Embed

write a song like Headie One Money, drugs, gun, sex, there nothing more to it

Money, drugs, gun, sex, there nothing more to it Me I just run up these readies, Im tryna do it like Im Jewish High speed chase on the mains it coulda been a 8 but bro just threw it I do this ting live in the streets, I keep the darg close like Brian and Stewie I need me a one the same size as me like Scooby How many times did we fill up the whooptie? You was with bae just tryna play footsie Times that we done up induction, then 2 weeks later they moved me Who wouldve thought I one lean with the groupies? Copper and lead on the block Pain in my chest, before I bled on the block But how many times did we go there and do it? And bro just sped on the block Bags full of sweets no Chewits, leave you with more than bruises This aint no snooker ball in a sock They think I do juju, I left the jakes all clueless 2 times sat down for some food ish, yard smelling like sewers Touch road and Im straight back to it T-house just too humid, all of the coins that we spent on juices We probably couldve bought Loubs with me and Brad had the sawn-off rusty one that we used to link moves with Run down opps till the undies come, big Im tryna spill juice with Skeng sound like the base of the beat come like I just looped it Catch one in your chest, but I aint come to play cupid Its been too much museli and porridge, I didnt finish off college I couldve been changing fuses But I just grab this work and I put the blade straight through it See a opp put a blade straight through it How many times man see a opp on the mains, then I watch the gang just lose it Heavy metal Gang go do this shit all out, and thats when they will respect you We gotta apply all this pressure, they cannot be disrespectful , because they all know that its levels Real talk they know that its levels TImes that I cooked in that kettle and metal, I hit induction and settled those metals My cutlery was a metal, thats why I love me some metal Bad b come to the Niz for the d, but it aint nothing but leisure It come like the d made of metal, sure we digging for treasure Step round there all I need is metal, really take risks its mental We already knew bout drilling, before we ever done it on the instrumentals We would ride with metal on pedals, before we ever done it in rentals Back then it was kitchen utensils, real life we come a long way from pencils Put sweets in the skeng, but they come out more like Strepsils They hustle goes right to my vessels I got the fiends moving like United, back in the 90s they coming for trebles I went and got myself indicted, I done a good finish and I made the net nestle I done it from kway like Hernan Crespo TT smelling like Dettol, distribute balls like Deco I love my one level on a trackie, I couldnt care less about Kenzo Heavy metal, AM with the Skengdo I still step with my shank, cah every little helps like TescoEmbed

write a song like Headie One Do you love me for me?

Do you love me for me? Or love me for the flick? This shit confusin’ me I distract myself with the drip I’m blinded by jewelry I got enough Louis on me So I got more for my bitch I get love now that I’m lit But what would they do when they flew with me? Maybe they usin’ me But this ain’t news to me How’d you wanna eat food with me? But you wouldn’t wanna get locked up have to share a loo with me Do you stay true to me Do you stay true? How loyalty become a risk? But I still leave it to chance Samе way bro hit up from far My next bro seen it point blank and he missed Samе way you can just catch from wine and dine Or catch on toe when he live I’m being way too loyal And I got burnt, it is what it is All my flashes I got no cases And I still feel like a fugitive And when the worst gets done no talkin’ He knows what loose lips can do to ships I can bring her to Rome I still feel lonely I’m rich Me and these niggas are the same I’m feeling like Mist You know how it gets in the jailhouse She could be the one that’s throwin’ up fists She my holdie but is she loyal She left to visit her blowin’ a kiss If she said what I can do for you You might not know til crossing that bridge Do you love me for me? Or love me for the flick? This shit confusin’ me I distract myself with the drip I’m blinded by jewelry I got enough Louis on me So I got more for my bitch I get love now that I’m lit But what would they do when they flew with me? Maybe they usin’ me But this ain’t news to me How’d you wanna eat food with me? But you wouldn’t wanna get locked up have to share a loo with me Do you stay true to me Do you stay true? If you ever come home to a Nike tech her 200 quid Oh now niggas ain’t give a 100 but still I ain’t burned that bridge My friends kept phones and I had them pop on the wanted list How we ever wonder ‘fore it works on them But it used to be the ones we were wanted with I’mma fly They tryna prove I’m not law abiding I’m just tryna pour and feed the family Kobe Bryant These niggas ain’t loyal they better off my cell Blood in the soil, it’s full of pythons We can never let bygones be bygones Toured them out in the summer Feelin’ like Roddy I ain’t tryna die young And the fast lane jumped in the Prada And it’s comin on nylon Chucky and Dior runners Charge it to the come up I got lit now she wanna be loved but Do you love me for me? Or love me for the flick? This shit confusin’ me I distract myself with the drip I’m blinded by jewelry I got enough Louis on me So I got more for my bitch I get love now that I’m lit But what would they do when they flew with me? Maybe they usin’ me But this ain’t news to me How’d you wanna eat food with me? But you wouldn’t wanna get locked up have to share a loo with me Do you stay true to me Do you stay true? Embed

write a song like Headie One I was fifteen in the T house

ProdWalkz ProdWalkz I was fifteen in the T house Weighin up grams with me and my scales Had to run down opps with cardio Gotta take care of me and my health I was locked down on basic No cell mate, just me and myself Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry Me and my girl I was sixteen when I slept with the dots in a room Just me and that 12 Had to fist man up in Portland Its been a little while since I did it in Felts I was locked down on basic, gone for my mash It was me and my meal Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz I aint gotta put D in this girl Still pushin that hard food Re-up just came in a rucksack Now I got a nine on my back like Lukaku These guys aint in the field But they talk a good game like Alan Pardew I bet when I pass through Pull up and wind these tints Make everyone sprint like Im holdin down R2 Smoke on me, no Stardog On sight beef, cant keep it parked off Sleep with a wap right next to my bed And Ill make that ring like alarm clocks Girls wanna be apart of my future Ever since I took my mask off Bad B come to the Nizz for the D Wanna link my Gs on the Farm blocks All the waps that Im buyin for the team But I dont play for Munich Got a spinner with six and a loaded 9 Nigga dont be stupid Verified in the streets, I dont need no blue ticks Every rap that I wrote is real When I talk bout drill, thats me and my music I was fifteen in the T house Weighin up grams with me and my scales Had to run down opps with cardio Gotta take care of me and my health I was locked down on basic No cell mate, just me and myself Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry Me and my girl I was Sixteen when I slept with the dots in a room Just me and that 12 Had to fist man up in Portland Its been a little while since I did it in Felts I was locked down on basic, gov threw my mash It was me and my meal Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz I aint gotta put D in this girl Run that tap, sprinkle that water I was tryna make sure it was maximum prof on a O Man flingin that daughter Trap phone bling all night Been tryna get Richard and Porter Both conspiracy to supply And AMs, got rid of this borer Nuttin aint change, hes still no older Gotta save space for the spinners on the tour bus My young boys do quite well with this sawn off Thats metal proper spreading like Flora I tell her just get this bread And get to the sterling like De Bruyne Thats more bread to go spend on copper Another new wap to test, hit the opp block Lets play Shaolin Soccer Them man talkers, thats why shh got bored up And gang dont talk much, thats why shh got corned up Ring, ring, trap Tryna get the cash from the ceiling to the floor up Them man think we got beef Til Im over them side tryna lift mans thoughts up I was fifteen in the T house Weighin up grams with me and my scales Had to run down opps with cardio Gotta take care of me and my health I was locked down on basic No cell mate, just me and myself Now I eat dinner in Mayfair when I get hungry Me and my girl I was sixteen when I slept with the dots in a room Just me and that 12 Had to fist man up in Portland Its been a little while since I did it in Felts I was locked down on basic, gone for my mash It was me and my meal Bad B come to the nizz, give brizz I aint gotta put D in this girlEmbed

write a song like Headie One Ching, wet, dip, splash him

Ghosty Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Swear its bout time that this match got called off The scores like fifteen-nil, no Warnock Man aint gotta check that scoreboard Jump out gang, dont get yourself cornered Cah youre gonna hold this borer Still go kick mans door off I aint gotta swing this sawn off My bro still slaps it in reverse He jumps out too, no he aint no chauffeur Im on the opp block explorin Gangdem do it way better than Dora I bet these feds tryna find where the phones Smoke and clothes are They got me in the interview room with a heavy ass folder They want me in the can like Cola They hate when we spazzin on the mains Two hands on the skeng like a PS controller Fuck them, I still whip this yola Do it so hard, nearly spun the whole bowl off Swing my shank, I dont swing no hooks Like I aint tryna give no chorus Hope that I catch mans organs I dont need it for no donor I just do it normal then stroll off Gang got smoke that sprays, we aint really fond of roll on Still step with this 4 long, still got all this gold on You know how much strips this flake got sold on? When it comes to the papers, man dont prolong Circle the opp block, aint see no one Still tryna get my golden goal on Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Fuck a V5 of flavours Got a .35 tryna smoke me an opp Try run, get slapped in your back Thats standard procedure, you dont need a cough Gave a sawn off ting to my young boys Im a big man to be rollin with dots I aint talking bout scaffoldin When I say that I put big poles on the block Ring-ring trap, get them stacks Got beef so I invest in waps Opps get chinged, opps get crashed All now they aint tried get me back Got a bad B that plugs my food So I gotta come press this pack God strike me down right now if Im lyin Every word that I said is facts Been in the bando, pebbling Zs Light and dark, Megan and Wes Not one of my niggas can doubt me I keep it one hundred, never been less Countless times Ive flirted the Audi No halal meat when I cheff up his neck Anytime gang step, its a M If not, then its attempt Feds got half my team in jail Thats probably cause they know were riders I was with Kash in Onley Shank on me in my robe and sliders When I get round there and I buss it I aint getting on no revivers Three bags for the .44 long But its still free smoke for the Niners Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin Ching, wet, dip, splash him Opps get-got for fashion Anytime them boys try disrespect I make sure they regret their actions Bro stepped out with his ting So I brought mine too and we went there matchin Pulled up on the strip but theres nobody here Come like the opps been waxin2Embed

write a song like Headie One Bro got found guilty, I got hung jury, its bittersweet

TheElements AoD Yeah Bro got found guilty, I got hung jury, its bittersweet Saw his mumzy at the court entrance Told her, I wish it was me Have you ever felt guilty for being free? I didnt try do too much at trial, you know me, I was bein me We was juvies, public gallery, filled with groupies Fuck the jury, we laughed at the pictures on the scene Back then for the works, they was dishin out six, do three They took five man for the price of one Maybe bro shouldve picked the plea Case papers lookin like an Argos catalogue It dont help that our face is bait like David Hasselhoff It was just our shavers , we wouldve been aimin But I didnt come with a wap like Meg Thee Stallion First night on the wing aint a thing, had to treat it like Travelodge Me, I just pray that my time here is short, Tyrion Lannister Feds said they got it on camera, but did they get it all on camera? You know how it gets when the evidence weak They tryna dance with bad character Bro got found guilty, I got hung jury, its bittersweet Saw his mumzy at the court entrance Told her, I wish it was me Have you ever felt guilty for being free? I didnt try do too much at trial, you know me, I was bein me We was juvies, public gallery, filled with groupies Fuck the jury, we laughed at the pictures on the scene Back then, for the works they was dishin out six, do three They took five man for the price of one Maybe bro shouldve picked the plea All the times I slept with the dots in the closet You know that closet wouldnt take man, Narnia Done a works, thats for another day in the office Then bumped into the Jakes straight after Five in the face for attempted, uh Only one I got charged with Went home, they shipped the dart dem Aylesbury Them mandem never been Glen Parva Our Father, our Father We took the oath and lied to your honour Ayy, didnt make it come back like Karla It really couldve been bad karma Instead Im with this bad B from Ghana Danas on my tracksuit, its Prada Didnt wanna end up on the wing like Zaha So we had to say, Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth As it is in Heaven Give us our daily bread Come home and thought I was on a clean run Til I get jammed up with eighteen Zs Bro got found guilty, I got hung jury, its bittersweet Saw his mumzy at the court entrance Told her, I wish it was me Have you ever felt guilty for being free? I didnt try do too much at trial, you know me, I was bein me We was juvies, public gallery, filled with groupies Fuck the jury, we laughed at the pictures on the scene Back then, for the works they was dishin out six, do three They took five man for the price of one Maybe bro shouldve picked the plea 2Embed

write a song like Headie One Curious, get serious, ohhh oh

Turn Curious, get serious, ohhh oh You say youre curious, oh no Shawty curious, get serious, ohhh oh One, Turn You say youre curious, oh no Shawty curious Shorty just want a long night in Knightsbridge Where was you on the come up Have you have had to do that nightshift? Have you ever had to lose them sirens? She look good, and even though that dont mean much to me The first day I saw her, I knew I would put her in Loui Pull up on a 6.3 Embed

write a song like Headie One If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat

If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load I was on the trizzy, just me and the Lizzy I know what its like reminiscing, just me and a nitty For 7 she got a pinky, but she aint feeding her pickney See I was on basic, it was just me and my tizzy I remember stepping on visits, it was just me and my missus Growing up werent all rosy, it was just me and my sisters Still make the force kick on a green one, I dont need green on my sneakers Ching man down on a backroad, just me and my flicky Try buss mans throat, I aint tryna feed him no hickey Real talk gang got unlimited smoke, tryna feed them the chimneys Next day I just buss this pack and fling it on diggies I know about colours Im up and down the M with both, my lifestyles risky If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat You know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load I remember being in the Niz, just me and a swammy Pigs locked off the block, its just me in the alley Beating all of my shots, its just me and Ali Or T-house settings, white and green no for Sally Knee deep in the streets, thats me running with swammy Im in love with the spin spin ting, Im in love with this money And when Im doing up OT, theres no sleep its just counting Or hard and coins on the table, all piled like a mountain Love chasing Ps, I swear I love this prof Posted on the block, so try slide and get shot And from long time, you know that its weed or rock And its OFB to the world and back, and free all the bruddas that are locked If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat Dem know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and load If you breed a word bad about the homie buss your throat Dem know seh money a make, anytime we touch the road Whole place locked, anytime we touch the road OFB run the world, bout time we lock and loadEmbed

write a song like Headie One Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates

Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Serious Man better take man serious cah I aint tellin no joke And I aint talk bout vapes when I get round there with metal and smoke Passenger side of my best friends ride like I dont mind stepping with bro If H never asked me to drive, it wouldve been me that was letting it go New outfit but you can think that its old, last time I did a drill on these roads Had to get rid of my clothes, like a shop, just put it on clearance Got a burner in my jeans like I got it from my parents When I cop gold teeth, its not for my appearance I keep the music and road ting separately, bro said he wanna ride, most definitely God protect me from my friends, Im always prepared for my enemies Cant see me in the flesh and Snapchat man and save it to memories Ill back my Rambs and put him on for the cemetery I pray that my past dont haunt me, I was tryna add thos Ks like Kim, Khloe, Kylie, Kourtney Pissed when them boy there caught me Had me in jail on basic, now Im in the shower with shawty Left my bally and gloves at home this time and I stepped in saucy Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks We was sixteen tryna make sure corn got sent, no 50 Me and bro both wanna hold that spinner, we would argue whos turn, no Whitney This bad B from the West Indies, wap link in the West Midlands She wouldnt hold me down if I was locked on the field but Id gladly lock these spinners My young boy got his Rambos twinning, they come like he got twin sisters If I aint scored that goal, I assist it, I dont mind being winger I come through with that skengman coat, I swear I just did it like Wenger Cah real gunners in my team, no half heart shit, no Nicklas Bendtner Nine in a year, man whip and stretch it, I couldnt care less if I run out of credit My wrist work, man treat it like wrestling, I bet I still nine out of ten it For the buj in the blue and the dubs in the white pack lookin like it plays for Reading Snow in my bowl, snow on my pendant and nuff diesel in my engine Made me enough for dinner with my girl in The Shard and a reload on the M way Squeeze on the lurk with that .357, get yourself shot when you back that ZK I was dead broke in the T house, tryna make sure I count every penny Now it could be a normal day when I step in Fendi Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks Dinner with my girl in The Shard, came a long way from Nando dates Bad B and her hair long like my Rambo blade Opps wanna take me out, like the Fernandos place Im like Kris Jenner, the way Im tryna add those Ks2Embed

write a song like Headie One Thats the whole place shun

Hella shh, shh, shh Thats the whole place shun Whole place cordoned off and di tent up Police dem a look fi intent If a nuh OFB den am nutten Dem ready know seh mi ah rebel Jook, jook, skrr out the 4 door matic, shotgun Man ah man rise up the Trenton and buss off di cylinder head Cylinder done You tink seh a 1 or 2, 3 or 4 Ah mussi bout 5 or 6 ah dem Ah must we head dat make dem dere On your mark we ready set And yuh know we crash and set Cuttin tru shh on the backroad Hope I see suttin, Ima tape dis one Still love a spontaneous one Still do a man foul, go change my garms As long as the OS out ere chatting All the streets aint calm New ammunition, expensive one Tell the plug make sure the extended one Bruck down dinger or a rented one When the tints down press it more than once Tryna go home with a empty one Leave him with wounds, exit ones Life on the M way gets tiring, Im still doing lengthy ones Buss this pack, its a certain one Its been a shit day if I aint made one Pull up on dem di hard one next shop Buss up pon di organ Buss up pon di organ We make a boy fly, no Jordan We make a boy fly, no Jordan No make no stretch widout car crime Cah we are the neighbourhood shottas Dem with the rockhand Pull up pon dem man test out di brukkas Dem kno seh we dont have no honour True we a send shots cross di borders Soon di whole of dem haffi slaughter Gang dem pull up and bun off di barber We ah shave man head We ah lift up all of dem Spin spin ting load wid copper head OFB that shit bloodshed Break these barriers I was at the courthouse tryna act like an amateur Age nineteen, got significant role I wish theyd have called me a carrier I was only tryna buy me a 15 calibre Large one stick to the wall like a banister You can get it from the back like Pallister Do him up front like Cantona I told bro keep his eyes on the road Me, Im just doing up passenger Man see all the opp boys run up out ere I swear they do too much cardiovascular Turn down a reload with my manager He couldnt even handle the fumes in the atmosphere Tryna turn this soft to rock, tryna do it like Noel Gallagher OFB a straight blood den Dem dem dem kno seh man hot head Henywhere a man get cetch Finish and tare off flesh Dont try and come take man fi fraud true say man ah rap in yardie Gully man straight outta di Farm Dem dem kno seh we too out of order Put it on for the whole of the O, thats gangland Different sweets like Randoms Four doors fill up with handgun Jump out, throw way more than a tantrum Opps fully aint respect mans gangster Til theyre stuck to the ground like a angster Could still go there and do it with Bradders I wish they would free all the mandem Two of the brucks is in di bull dog Ting dem ah bark like ah one dog War is war Top striker dem know about Smoke on dem, smoke and start dance Which one of dem deh want meet the war Mi seh which one of dem deh want meet the war Been getting sick of my ringtone Ring my old spot, more rocks than Flintstones Old school like Jenny, no cinco Me and bro gotta talk on encryptors Bruck down Astra, maybe a Citroen On the other side, Im tryna spill some Vimto Bad Bs come to the Nizz and I bet they all know my lingo2Embed

write a song like Headie One I got this text and it said our relationship lacking

Yo I got this text and it said our relationship lacking They aint realize it when I was out trapping And caught with the judge back and fourth with no backspin This one time my barrister aint make it happen My homies gone low and he wants me to patten Whos never had me he want me to have him Im drinking alone and Im smoking on cali Can see the whole city my view panoramic She would have fucked then now this bitch tryna trap me It cant be this number 1 album She spent too much money on makeup For it to end up on my Calvins Said she señorita speak Spanish Dont listen to drill said she prefers some J Balvin She was telling her friends she in love but she capping I was just an experience I a part of her troubles I come from the trench made it happen Now the whole trench on my back Im a camel These hoes out here looking for come-ups they scamming My homegirl was here from the start miss her badly She werent the one do the things for the clout with me Fans love when Im keeping up badness Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Platinum plaques on my wall But when Im in need I got no one to call The label phoned in they in need of a hit Theres pressure on me we approaching the 4 I never knew better than buying some guns Then I dust the old mic True feeling is when youre coming from nothing Should I be feeling the pressure at all? I got a phone call shorty told me Im changing Is that the line youre gonna hit me with? Youre going cliché on me baby I got her a things were different I come from imprisonment man I used to daydream of this Look what I did of this You say you need me but the fans need me They love my voice on these instruments I got into a penthouse phoning my girlfriend Relist on my managers I referred to myself as headie last night And it was no accident They want me to trade in the vision for the millions But Im too passionate My pops always said I got too much friends Thats as close as its come to being accurate Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy but no Satisfy me Satisfy me Though the outcome is tragic Done so much Im proud of I thought Id be happy butEmbed

write a song like Headie One Caught him live on the mains

HARGO production H-H-H-H-H-H-HARGO production HARGO production RV What can I say? Caught him live on the mains And I couldnt let him go, so I got him down bait Any waps on sale, man cop them Now I got options, dots or the trey When its beef, man grab it and fill it But I aint choppin no steak Bro just asked if I got it, mustve been rhetorically Kiss my teeth, obviously If you see me with a Gucci bag Thats more than a pocket rocket on me I got bro like he got me So a problem with him, thats a problem with me If I get the drop then its peak No Pick n Mix if we shoppin for sweets You aint ever took so much Ls That you aint made no profit in weeks Still spend change, stay coppin these sweets We got more than Quality Street Still pull up on a opp block They dont wanna know what we got in this Jeep Last time mustve thought it was banter on me So two got-got in a week My bros tellin me I got too much to lose He dont want me to glide no more All of them peddle bikes shotguns turnt into auto slidin doors Fell in love with this .44 long Thats the only time I wife these hoes Like two and a blue in a Pyrex bowl Man whip it like Silentó How many man been chased Caught, cheffed, shot, bloodied? Bare Ribena on the opp block Spill mans juice then the whole place flooded Like the bottom of my shoes are red And these ones aint even studded Get man down and forget about it RV dont like to hold grudges When shh got away I was gutted Cah all he does is give verbal Two shanks and a red bandana like Raphael in Ninja Turtles Ching, splash, poke a man Try do that nigga like Squirtle Govs put me on basic and took my TV Felt like my cell got burgled They act like they dont know how black blade taste, they know Them 9 boys love to start singing They do it like Beyoncé sung Halo I spent most of my life in a bando Opp block, feds came when I aint home Still gotta make sure theres no evidence on this phone I dont know nuttin bout weave Im tryna put inches in his dome Them man dont score, they just hit the post Them man shit, theyre internet trolls Put my Rambo through grub and opps, did it on both Got nicked for intent to supply and I still went and did it on soc1Embed

write a song like Headie One Thats bro from kway before snakes and ladders

Free Bradders Thats bro from kway before snakes and ladders We was 15 throwing up gang signs, looking like were playing ching chang chana Bro backing out rammers, finesse a mans jewels Santana Then tell big man just back up Way before J Hus, didnt like ice in this Fanta Finesse these broad day chingings, knives just shine in the camera Years later nothing aint changed, pressure these opps and banter Had one hand on the spin ting and the other there tryna keep balance Free Bradders 10 toes do road free smoke, love hammers Couple g packs, do road, M-way smash it In the hood fishing these shots on the opp like Bradders Like how many years I been grinding, free my nigga B its just timing Fake yutes in Tottenham not like him, OFB pull up with smoke and diamonds Long clip, equipped to ride with No one aint into fighting, gang rip it back and just light him Especially if you dont like him, Skatty I handle my ting Free Bradders, bro from early Before he had single plaits All he knows is drill and trap, got him in the jailhouse kicking back Im on the M-way doing up mileage, M sport whip no hybrid Cut that pack into slices, the opps aint men theyre mices Why feds wanna grab my bros, free Bradz till he back on road And hes free in Tottenham like Danny Rose No more bag up at 6, or doing up canteen codes Just fresh home back on the strip, grinding tryna stack this dough Free Bradders We was in Niz grabbing shanks up tall but now its live corn out hammers I remember that day in I, 20 inch big made the fuckboy stagger, good in the hood we can never take bad up Got a jigga batty ting from the Niz, B got one from the 9 thats badder Niggas must really gone mad, feds need to free my bro Brad I know that them boy there happy, cah nuff ting gang left them boy there sad Sawn-off dots, handting and rambs, 10 toes, ped, ding-dong with waps Remember that day it was far from rainy, my man still got splashed Free Bradders What you know bout putting young gs, in a cab filled with daggers Old school days, blood on my mums cooking knife, no hammers Now I bag up the light in cling, still rise up my rusty ting I had to switch up how I text, before the jakes come like whats next We the ones investing in poles, while you chill with bae and hoes Free Bradz, free Bradz, free Bradz My aims narrow, I just got a shot in Harrow I just boot like I did it in jail, one hook Jack SparrowEmbed

write a song like Headie One Move out the way, let me get through through

Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom All my niggas stick together like a onesie I got these pigs moving like bitches in the ends, all they wanna do is cuff me You know my shit go down in country I bruck that 4 and a half in the bando, over and over until they should be comfy And i heard my opps still tryna touch me Cos I got them like a contract, they be getting touched down monthly See Headie One keep up with fuckery They say my life short like Tuggzy It seem like they hate me or love me See me I dont know whos who It come like that African dish, all of them niggas are fufu 5 5 for a bird and Im not talking bout flu Im on the opp block with the crew Im talking the 9 or the 2 2 We invested in skengs before we invested in new shoes The bando is all that I know The bando is all that I know Years in jail, trust me I rid a few They think Im touched while they did a new tune But I was wrapped up before the full moon Under pressure I keep it cool cool They aint put no work in the field, they only do this on YouTube Thats till we get round and shoot you Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroom Move out the way, Ill back out my ting on anyone Hashtag Starish or nothing, thats RV and Headie One If you aint gang you can get it, no talking just get it done Niggas know Im a savage, knife in your head thats 21 Bad b looking healthy, wanna come niz and take selfies Used to go Wood Green nandos, now I eat lobster in Chelsea Jugga batty big from the squats so you know that shes sporty like Mel C Plus she a posh spice, she dont know i shot white If she knew I was trapping she might kick me to the curb So she can never find out that Im whipping up that work Ill be stressed if she round me and my niggas say a word All we talk about is money that were getting from these birds We drilling Got guns, got drugs, got women Scored so many points on the opps, this shit dont stop we winning OFB soon come back, last ones left in prison Free Dab thats bro, always on that nigga dont listen Move out the way, let me get through through Bad b said she got bad habits, I told her I got a few too And she always asking I doing this too soon I live my life in the fast lane, I got a skr it and vroom vroomEmbed

write a song like Headie One Schooldays I couldn’t do coursework and essays

Schooldays I couldn’t do coursework and essays Last night I just done a show, 5 minutes later found myself on the M-way I wonder what way we’ll go Bae said I’m too bloodthirsty, I leave my pillow at night to get lurky I fling on my OFB jersey, but tonight all I wanna do is burn it You see this life all I wanna do is turn it Touch road and I’m out on my own and they stepped on my toes so to me it’s all worth it Me and RV doing 60 on the opp block, we been on the backroads swerving Who’s on the pavement, bet we gonna miss this turning Fly out the passenger side, bro asked if it’s dem boy dere he confirmed it Plus we can rise these skengs, cos the fiends love this dirty And it ain’t white and purly That’s all courtesy of O I can never sleep on the vio, name me a way that the gang can’t go Ding dong, 125 or ten toes All of this road that I do, I need me a whole load of petrol Same way I gotta stick with this paper, like the Underground and Metro Bae always thinking bout the future, like DJ Esco And all now she don’t which way I will go Keep stacking red notes, or open envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will go I don’t know if a nigga coming home tonight, but I’m still make it happen I don’t know if I can make it rapping, but I still try make it trapping Young nigga locked down in streets, plus the most official on the landing Only now man a talking this opp talk, when it was cracking you was in your Pampers You don’t know how it feels when your points done a ting and it’s lost that’s a whole ‘nother planet Lurked over them sides too much, tryna blow man to a whole ‘nother planet We was doing opp block in designer, that’s drilling in fashion Don’t get scored on by the gangdem, cah we young niggas drilling with passion Chinging and crashing I was 17 handling smoke, I ain’t even know which way it could load What you know about nights in the T, staring at the ceiling all covered in mould 2 weeks and you ain’t been home, that there’s no fix to bold You don’t know which way we’ll go, when you’re in jail and your dreams all flattened Your only aim is to rise in the morning, make sure you have the wing all patterned Them man been riding them pigeons, come home and they ain’t done nothing but chatting Only real ones come home and make shit happen Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will go Keep stacking red notes, or open a envelopes Invest in a business, or invest in more smoke I gotta be rich, I’d rather be dead than be broke Even though only Gods knows, they oneder which way I will go Stay fucking with diggies, or turn entrepreneur Stay dishing this Bobby and Whitney, I do this shit all for Queen Lizzy I oneder if I will ever blow, if not it still saves me from 50 I oneder which way I will goEmbed

write a song like Headie One Five man deep in this four door truck

Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet KXNG Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Five man deep in this four door truck Its showtime, I like the turnout Spin-spin ting so weighty Back it, it comin like a tricep workout How many drugs got served out? Spend that cash on skengs Took a hoody, crep and shirt out Been tryna leave an opp boy curl out Drown my clothes in so much petty That nearly the whole car got burned out Thats a real dilemma, no Kelly, Nelly Back that blade, get cheffy Headshot, tryna shave mans memory Sergeant seen me in the station No way thats Headie, another attempted? On the blower to my bro, he Turkish He know Im tryna make a purchase Take so much tools to the opp block Youd think that the gang refurbished Night bar with the dirty and a press machine One leather on my tracksuit, Burberry Bad B said I aint doin too bad considerin I was on servery Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Niggas know how I move on the pavements In the jail, what I do to the paigons Dont care about adjudications Tell guards leave me alone like Wonga Talking bout two weeks basic Like I aint been in the T house longer I was flipping this weight You was in gym with your mate tryna see whos stronger Me and these niggas aint the same Im feelin like Mist Guns, knives, fists Either way, youre pissed If I didnt score that point on the opps I was definitely apart of the assist Im about to go cop me a AP Feds still tryna put cuffs on my wrists Im fresh out the slammer Cant abide by the law I just grab my hammer And hit the other side like Im Thor How many times did I sweep on the opp block? And I werent tryna do chores Spin-spin ting got filled with teeth like the inside of your jaw Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Dont watch no face They already know my ting laced Big bludclart gauge Big .45 pon the waist Try and test a firma Manll serve them blocks like a Nuff money a mek from my day Drill and trap, just so we stay Bullet, bullet, bullet, bullet Bullet, bullet, bullet, bulletEmbed

write a song like Headie One I touched that stand, I just cant tell the truth

Yo Turn, turn, turn Edna One, yo I touched that stand, I just cant tell the truth Im Jim Carrey in Liar, Liar CPS ask if Im tryna take the mick, not Danny Dyer G17, fight fire with fire God loves a trier My man sat on the fence, he got smoked I guess I forced him to make his mind up If I aint gliding, Im the creator, Tyler My young boy come back to the block with his rambo Yuck, of course its a niner The count was violent and of course its still violent For them hoes, they shh, theyre sirens Will end up on the telly like Rylan Empty barrels makе the most noise so the hand ting silеnt Them man pissed off cah their times up Old and left back round with Bravo Im top floor, eating fry up With my bitch from the south, Mulatto Fifteen hundred to lick mans head I coulda had man lookin like Darko All this beef on the streets gets managed Ancelotti, call me Carlo Bad B from overseas She fancy me cah I look like Marlo The nine boys try flip but they aint doing it properly Everybody love go on the net and get cocky Thats til somethin gets turned biscotti They say More money, more problems Same way, its more money, more options Autos, spinners, shotguns They had green light on the gang to rap Cah nearly everyone can slap You can go ask the opps who shot them My young boys go crash it on shh The same way I had man crashin on Croydon He cant be a driller and he from North, I dont know him I show love to the hood and it comes from my heart, I dont owe it Had to trap all summer, all winter, all snowing Man snowing or not, the opps get rode on then they get pissed off cah theyre not rolling Shh got shh by broski and I swear shh got got by bronem Shh got shh tryna shot and he aint come back He just online moaning It really is liars down, any L man took, man own it Shh got shh point blank, somebody got hashtag toasted How many times did he stuff that Focus? Tryna have em out in suits and loafers I went on a one to his moped, it really gets versatile Thirty, I really hope that its worth it My new opps, old opps, try link Til they got cheffed down cause they got let down Sold pebbles, now we sell albums Savers shh coulda got me, allow them I was on eagle posted with drillers Thinking how we could run up on falcon Now Im in Italian, no drip, die for the hard pronouncing Die for the hard pronouncing A bro upturning with this Latino one tryna learn to salsaEmbed

write a song like Headie One This is Fumez The Engineer

This is... This is... This is Fumez The Engineer Yeah, they talk about scores One Yeah... But these people aint scorin’ Sho Now we keep it quiet This is... So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in One Yeah Sho Yeah, they talk about scores But these people ain’t scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Till I come with 2 or 3 Fuck that man Im comin’ with 4 yeah It’s the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch up of course, yeah Its the art of war Opp boy still tryna get me Feds just wanna arrest me Tryna hit a meal like Heskey My pokers cant ever be empty Im the Fresh Prince of Tottenham Guess you niggas are Jeffery M Huncho, RV and Headie Thats Neymar, Suarez and Messi I’m puttin work for my gunners Now I feel like Seaman again Im just tryna get rich They got me risking my freedom again I score points in the field I cant wait for the season again Cause I got new beef So its gonna get seasoned again That means you get slaughtered When niggas get peppered I need Ps for a mortgage So I got spots like a leopard Wrist in a Pyrex bowl So you know Im whippin with tekkers Ill rise that pole Fuck 5-0, we did it with leathers Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Till I come with 2 or 3 Fuck that man Im comin with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch up of course, yeah Its the art of war I dont care if bros on a wrong I can never lef my friend .32 or the .44 long I can never lef that skeng Every other day its 90 on the M Every other day I gotta lef the ends Ive been out ere tryna do right How many times did it still go left Still do it for myself or do it for the gang Do it for the cause I got six in the spin-spin ting Theres no way that the skeng can pause Seventeen, had a link for the AM First time man try extort I just had to finesse that all Enemies and frenemies Theres only a few I can trust I keep my eyes on the ball like a penalty What you know bout T house settings Theres nuttin but chicken and chips from Tennessee That put me in Chelsea This steaks just giving me energy Yeah, they talk about scores But these people aint scorin Now we keep it quiet So they tell us were borin Little do they know One fuck-up and we kicking their door in Yeah, its the art of war Bad when Im on my ones Till I come with 2 or 3 Fuck that man Im comin with 4 yeah Its the art of war, yeah Still with the same dargs from a puppy Never switch up of course, yeah Its the art of war Embed

write a song like Headie One That talk is all cheap

M1OnTheBeat Look, ay, ay That talk is all cheap Them man waffled on the net Duck when we rise up that heat But we aint in Liverpool street One leather on my tracksuit, unique She like sex with your boy, she a freak That pussy, she bring it to me I told her that pussy on fleek I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams Who said money dont grow on trees? Just give me twelve weeks and Ill prove them wrong Turn one into two with the fork and magic But I aint usin wands Bad B pissed cah I moved to her friend But she was just moving long How man wanna chat about me? When their friends are dead like Lil Uzis song How many times have I slapped it in reverse? But I werent parallel parking Anytime that I link my ting Gotta bring this Rambz but she aint from Barking Even though gangs been chartin Still bad boys like Will and Martin If I see you in my hood and you dont belong here Then you get your wig split, no partin Just got a .44 long But I werent shoppin for jeans Gang been coppin some heat Who wants a problem with me? Brand new wap, got it with sweets Keep it under wraps, Quality Streets If suttin got-got and it werent little bros Cant lie, it was probably me I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams Im tryna turn over new leaves Cant lie, the opps wanna end up deceased Mercedes AMG, that shit aint leased Louis Vuitton, thats my fleece VV my necklace only DSqd tailored my jeans Cant be selfish in these streets Course I gotta save space for the threes Blood all over the scene I love skengs and my Rambos a beast Still wet a mans head back like Im their priest You would think I was tryna give man blessings Shh with my blade And the bend came like Im tryna give man Beckham This smoke man got, you cant inhale it I aint tryna give man Western I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams I got D&G all on my feet Run a man down tryna turn him to trees Stuffin this 4 long in this stolen Jeep I just spent thousands of pounds on some teeth How much work I put in for the team Still pull up, jump out, do it and leave Opp boys say they on top of the beef Must be what they saw in their dreams1Embed

write a song like Headie One Foot on the break, jump out, get dumpy

D2B, you know Gang Sykes Ambush, jumpy, grumpy Foot on the break, jump out, get dumpy Dont fall off the fence like Humpty Dumpty .38 shoot, what a pumpy My first pack I moved was in country Comfy, taking orders like Gumtree  D dot Y T, too clumsy Numpties always gettin nicked like junkies Yo, Im with Sosa, money hungry Monthly, bro treats the ends like country This four and a half cost you more than a monkey Profit come oh so lovely This bad B tellin me that she loves me Wanna cuff me, cuffed up, no undie On the wing, I left his head piece lumpy Bumpy, had him zoned out, no junkie Ayy, play times over, skrr in a Rover Spin the hoop, no revolver Hop out, spill juice like cola Swing my blade, make him eat this poker Wavey, try whine to soaker What a joker, bro put him in a choker Yo, opp block tour with a toaster Real soaker that backs, no bola Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Move smoke, come with ten minutes profit I was up north, settin up shop and shottin Couldnt concentrate in college Portland, Durham, Polmont All a nigga knew was porridge Shh got shh, really held that rocket But they dont wanna pay that homage Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Any waps there, gang cop it Lean out the ride and cock it, pop it Made this corn fly like a rocket Dance still with smoke in my pocket Stop it, you aint gotta ask if I got it Itll run through your chest, no socket Fuck it, somebody bring him a bucket Im still tryna get this nine of the press Go there, treat it like a bad media My hitter from Algeria Plus this wap come like its from Syria Leather gloves cause this dings got leather interior Two dargs in the ride, no pitbull terrier Free smoke, know the gangdem more than generous LV drip, Im comin out elegant Make it look effortless, up town preference Fred said he wanna do a drill then fly United Arab Emirates Wasnt at Sunday sermon, we were serving, Djokovic, not that Federer I really think I pissed off the reverend Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Any waps there, gang cop it Lean out the ride and cock it, pop it Made this corn fly like a rocket Dance still with smoke in my pocket Stop it, you aint gotta ask if I got it Itll run through your chest, no socket Fuck it, somebody bring him a bucket Shotty too long so I told bro Chop it Move smoke, come with ten minutes profit I was up north, settin up shop and shottin Couldnt concentrate in college Portland, Durham, Polmont All a nigga knew was porridge Shh got shh, really held that rocket But they dont wanna pay that homage Sykes 1Embed

write a song like Headie One Looking like I play in the Premier

German skrring, digital dashboard Looking like I play in the Premier But Im still out ere playing crack sport They didnt let me join the trap team Them times trap got black-balled Now Im the man and Im fly as fuck Go check, thats factual Still in the streets where nothing aint good Everyday its plug and wap talk Dont step in the pitch no pads on Unless you like thousand tackles Dont step in the room where the Gs are Unless you like guns and weed smoke Close the blinds, get a Stanley knife Me and bro just cut this kilo Step out there, 12 gauge in the K But I aint playing no ones hero Bando, put it on the scales I bet its a 5 and about two 0s Half a brick aint hard to flip I just gotta make two phone calls Them man dont sound too sure You can tell thats raw when you hear mans vocals How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four-door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin I reloaded the German like EO Trident got me on the matrix like Neo Still go put five bills in that PO For that tun tun I still pay three o My young bro went and took an L I cant even make him pay what he owe So I just hit the M and make that back We could never say nah to the dough, no Leo These opps just gotta pay homage How many times did they shhh and nyow They dont wanna take their hats off til theyre finished like Neyo Bad B didnt want to step on a visit, no Now shes pissed cause my new ting cooler than Dior Summertime I gets real Skeng on my waist and these cans are real Im just twinning Rambos long like Les Ferdinand and Rio Same way they leave man spinning They went straight for this half a kilo HM Durham, no pillow Pockets nearly on zero Now theyre calling me Ceo Me and Shay top floor 44 cost mill How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin My lifestyles bricks and litness Bad Bs all on my hitlist Passed her a drink and I told her sip this Just copped a new wap Called up my young boy, told him grip this If you gotta do the job man I told them please dont leave no witness Cause this game is a sport and this sport right here, man you gotta have fitness I caught residue on my garms in the booth at the same time that a nigga write this Fiends keep calling the line I got what they need for the sickness Paid upfront and Id take it straight to the kitchen How how I whip this When I need a new watch I just call up Danny Wristwatch cost a yard in Manny Sold so many these grams, feel that should give me a Grammy Box on top of that box, and this right eres no ammi How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workin How them man talk wass when them boys so brass I can buy a brick or two, straight cash Give a young boy some cash and waps Bet he aint going home til somethings khalas New , four door, its German No girls but its got two birds in Spent a year and a bit observin Now its just nonstop workinEmbed

write a song like Headie One I know that shit fuckery

Dont judge me Dont judge me I know that shit fuckery I was broke and I loved myself Nobody even loved me Dont judge me Dont judge me I know that shit fuckery I was broke and I loved myself Loved me Dont judge me, take care of me Dont judge me, take care of my heart Dont judge me, be there for me Dont judge me, just hold me in your arms Dont judge me, take care of me Hold me in your arms Dont judge me, be there for me Hold me in your arms She thought that I was done with this She thought that I was done with this Dont judge me Dont judge me1Embed

write a song like Headie One Where Im from, its scary

Where Im from, its scary Niggas scary, they dont pull up Them dudes only slide round rarely And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up Bitches like Do you follow back on the Gram? Bitch, barely, Im stuck up Saying Ive changed cause I got a bit of money Bitch, shut the fuck up Im a young black king that knows his worth I dont do hookups Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up He said, Put the fire on the low but I put it on high Mi did fuck up Lock off Before I knew about Air BnB I was at the reception in Premier Inn Well na if the gyal that Im withs got ID Im more time sending her in Blue plastic bag full of munchies Couplе brown rizlas, scale and cling Turn room 106 to a bando Heading down at the dеsk when mans checking in And its approaching 12 One-legged Sam gets disability allowance No deals after midnight Can make five bills by 1 if I link him and Howard Has your phone never rung all day Go in the bathroom and it rings in the shower Two missed calls from a phone box Aint had a sale in 22 hours Must have been bored if youve ever seen headsout Me I bring the Louis V store to the penthouse I was angry when shh got cheffed down Left them in the corner shop by the food stretched out T house didnt do textiles I sent text out She didnt wanna know way back when But now she cooks me breakfast with her breast out Summer time with the football boots No shin pads or socks, all the legs out Now feds at the scene, theyre asking questions Like whats all the mess bout? Seven pebs I gave to Fiona for the bando to get rent out I was posted in alley to the trenches Now I go uptown to bring the whole trench out I just need to get a parking permit Cheeks my parcel, then Im in the town centre Whos that with the big issue magazine? Leaning like he just come off a bender My favorite time of the year in the trap game is the last week in December Cah everyone goes back for Christmas I just stay trapping till the new year enter This deuce holds seven, this trey holds five And this 9 holds ten plus like 6 more I left my phone cranked, got bare missed calls Now my managers pissed, thought I was in court I cant speak on what happened last time Its a in-house ting, man might get upset I rent a room in this bando premises Landlord dont know the cats dem sublet You ever have to hop that window bank in the garden, thats multitasking Feds at the door, Im on my second strike So you know Im going straight to the can like sardines New spot, Im tryna make it right It can all go left in a heartbeat I still got my bottom joggers filled up with twenties And my rack filled up with charlie Its nothing but smoke that we got for them Must have run up a thirty in Scottish glens Thats till he seen me in the Daily Mail and he went and called me by my government My youngboy try go up for a week Now they got him in a monkey stretch Took the grub Aberdeen, so we could charge twelve for a Z Ask Fletch I aint waiting in town for the drop Or paying five bills to these new resellers But if you got a size 9 in stock Man will cop and shop with these new plate tenners Two-fifth for these Jordan 1s And a .44 long in this Gucci sweater Badman, she likes when I undress her And put my machine on her makeup dresser I gotta glove up when I touch that presser Bro said he cant mix money and violence Because that just make your name too pepper Flip me a likkles and brown, not brandy Get me a shotgun thats lanky You know me, I just get too angry And fill the ding dong with the two-two gennas Where Im from, its scary Niggas scary, they dont pull up Them dudes only slide round rarely And shoot at the sky, we gotta look up Bitches like Do you follow back on the Gram? Bitch, barely, Im stuck up Saying Ive changed cause I got a bit of money Bitch, shut the fuck up Im a young black king that knows his worth I dont do hookups Me and bro in the kitchen, Pyrex whipping, cook up He said, Put the fire on the low but I put it on high Mi did fuck up Lock offEmbed

write a song like Headie One Send the shoota, that’s man down

Send the shoota, that’s man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Its the currency I can’t count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Thats the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach’ Blue Cheese, ich lеb’ meinn Traum Mein Schatz auf Backseat Jеden Tag Top-Gyals stalken mein Insta Forty-two , Loco bleibt Block-Life Immer wach Midnight , immer noch Street-Life Girl, vroom-vroom, ah Escalade Chevy Boss-Mode, gib mir mein’n Henny Connect Headie Rich Gang blessed, Bitch, nenn mich Daddy Katana, zu scharf Mit meim Babygirl nachts im Delilah Dinner Steak auf meim Teller, bezahl mit der Black Amex Trotzdem die Taschen voll Cash Ich bin da, wo du nicht bist Sitz’ auf dem Platz, da, wo du nicht sitzt Loco-Attack, machen Movies, Bitch Fokussiert, das, was du nicht bist Poppys Club, Los Angeles 30k für Belvedere Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt Aura im Club, Don Julio Don Poppys Club, Los Angeles 30k für Belvedere Puto, mach Platz, denn der Finisher kommt Aura im Club, Don Julio Don Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Its the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Thats the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, yeah Penthouse groß, Downtown Mach Blue Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Im countin this C.R.E.A.M., no Nivia Its a infrared beam to hit him up Its hustle, I just cant give it up I fly overseas, I lift it up I was in Feltham, gettin it crackin Had the govs tryna bend me up Now Im in the stu with Luciano Is it Hennessy, Sprite or 7UP? I was dead broke Wanted to run me a band like the girls in Set It Off Had to get that pole I werent tryna die in the field like Stiliyan Petrov Out in the T with both The best other went upsuh and gave pole A headlock, I marry the streets Went like I went uptown and bring fizz like coke and mentos Question? I know you rap, but was you out doin drills before the genre? In the cold sales on the Bailey I was seventeen goin under Feelin like some vender Aint it funny how things change? Im uptown, eatin sea bass with a little black pepper Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Its the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, ya Penthouse, groß, Downtown Mach Blue-Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum Send the shoota, thats man down We the realest, thats hands down I got euros, I got pounds Thats the currency I cant count We the drillas, we got clout We got dollars, we got sauce, ya Penthouse, groß, Downtown Mach Blue-Cheese, ich leb meinn Traum1Embed

write a song like Headie One Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend

One Turn, turn, turn, turn Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen You aint never got that food on conny and nearly fucked up the whip You aint ever scraped that bowl and left crumbs on the sink I told bro I just wrapped four daughters, be done in a bit I got my chest lookin like a footballers, just water when I come with the drip I got pain on my chest so I found comfort in it I wore prison issue vest back when my sweatbox hit Inverness Same Heads, just a different head Same buj, just a different press I was depressed now Im in the press New year, its a different stress Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Girls in the ends , nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Same Heads, just a different head Same buj, just a different press I was depressed, now Im in the press New year, its a different stress Same Heads, just a different head Same buj, just a different press I was depressed now Im in the press New year, its a different stress Girls in the ends, nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them In the pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Girls in the ends , nah, I didnt need a friend They didnt wanna know me— know me— know me— know me— know me then They say more money, more problems, not— not— not me, its them Pen but I need a— need a— need a— need a— need a pen Know me— Know me then They didnt wanna know me then They didnt wanna know me thenEmbed

write a song like Headie One See I cant trust no more, I only trust my money machine

See I cant trust no more, I only trust my money machine Cause the only ones who doubted ones who came up with me One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep Itll come around these sides, nigga, we ride out Bando buzzin round the Eastside like beehives, and Now we runnin round in Vlive, nigga, we live now Said that he would ride or die, then swear he showed me How much times is you gon lie ? Boy, you showed me One percent, all you see is the wrist behind them tints My old link wanna link, but Im good in my Cuban link How many times have we took that risk and act before you even used to think? We just gotta get back like Ludacris Just stepped in Harrods, spent some wads on me and gangdem How bro-bro lose that machine? Now the feds come and pree the pattern Told lil bro he aint ever gotta force the badness Dont be the guy to sign out cause youre just tryna prove yourself to the mandem Made it happen From a place where its hard to make it happen Close to the edge, they wanna see me fall off like Bradley Branning Had to spend them wappies same way I spent on fashion Tryna get down the opps, put em on a shirt, make em part of brandin See I cant trust no more, I only trust my money machine Cause the only ones who doubted ones who came up with me One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep Itll come around these sides, nigga, we ride out Bando buzzin round the Eastside like beehives, and Now we runnin round in Vlive, nigga, we live now Said that he would ride or die, then swear he showed me How much times is you gon lie? Boy, you showed me How much times did I slide with two in the smoke and manage? Now twenty-five for that , I guess life is lavish Auto in a auto, cant forget when that dinger was manual Or when I saddled with my shotty and bomber jacket I can tell you bout field work, never played for Crystal Palace I let this bad B give me hassle only cause she ratchet and hold this ratchet How much times did I buss that package, build two country phones and balance? Wrote my first tape in the T-house, I invested in my trizzy and talent See I cant trust no more, I only trust my money machine Cause the only ones who doubted ones who came up with me One inside the head, gotta keep this gun where I sleep Itll come around these sides, nigga, we ride out Bando buzzin round the Eastside like beehives, and Now we runnin round in Vlive, nigga, we live now He said that he would ride or die, then swear he showed me How much times is you gon lie? Boy, you showed me Yo, ADP on beats, boyEmbed

write a song like Headie One Niggas keeping up with funny shit

Niggas keeping up with funny shit I don’t know what’s wrong but my instincts told me suttin is I got this chromie with a rubber grip Risk my freedom is it worth the risk? No nuttin is I stay ready if they wanna diss Got my Rambo when I cut that brick Shawty complained saying she thought that I was done with this I tell her its just one more flip I couldn’t take another loss on my country strip Gun on hip, we’ll come and pull up where your mummy lives Don’t judge me‚ I know that shit fuckery But I ain’t take all these risks for an ungrateful prick to bump me All them left and rights ducking from them undies I was tryna get the bestest price‚ I fund myself nobody ain’t fund me I was broke and I loved myself nobody ain’t love me Now they tell me that they love me and they need me out in Dublin Niggas got they’re hand out they but they ain’t feed me in the dungeon And I never had nuthin when I was buckin ops in Dunlin I nearly died for this paper‚ look my eyes honest All this money all this power got my eyes on it And my country phone still got all these clients on it And all these long nights I just had, I’m still tired from it Wildin, confused‚ I don’t know why I risked my life for, this food They want me on a pave with white chalk, for true Kill them with success so mines all for you All this pain I went through I nearly died Times we lost all our waps but we never hide I told all my niggas that its love‚ I never lied Mind working like I’m sixty-five turning twenty-five, shit This young nigga come up selling light now we lit Now this young nigga can afford to light up his wrist I don’t glamorise jail, them lonely nights they were shit Niggas thing this shit was easy, but I nearly died from these risks Couldn’t wait for it to dry when I whip I couldn’t cope jakes pulled up side to side with my whip It was bootcuts now they say I’m coming aight with the drip Niggas think this shit was easy, but I nearly died from these risks I nearly died for this paper, look my eyes honest All this money all this power got my eyes on it And my country phone still got all these clients on it And all these long nights I just had, I’m still tired from it Wildin, confused, I don’t know why I risked my life for, this food They want me on a pave with white chalk, for true Kill them with success so mines all for youEmbed

write a song like Headie One This that I understand wave

This that I understand wave This that I overstand wave From a young age, we over a plan wave, you know? Ayy , yo I see yutes on ends patrollin , strapped up, ridin, rollin I salute them like I know them, done know Hate when they see you progress, no matter how much love you show them Cant help it when youre chosen , done know Step with God on my side, these times everyones carrying knives But where Im from, that just life, done know And if he dont carry that skеng, he know when his paigons see him, he dеad Tell me what you know about life and death, done know Boy, just stop it Rappin like you got real beef, I heard that you squashed it I had a little battle with six MCs , I cant call that beef If you see your opps and pull out your camera , what you call that, G? I checked grandma in the hood as I always would, always will She dont ever wanna move , and I cant tell her how to feel Kids might see me and diamonds shining, tell you how pressure feels I was in college in the heart of Tottenham when I first signed a deal Where gunshots go off for real Just rockin my Rollie , I was year nine in Stoney Number four rise been boast Ask round, they all know me darg Hornsey right round to Finsbury Park Couldnt cut me a half of B , luckily I got dope from bars Always been on my Ps and Qs, Gs, zip Rum and KA sippin If you aint got a blitz between your clique, thats Still walkin off if I aint whippin No God got me , I aint trippin In the barber shop , like I aint slippin Ciaga Yo I see yutes on ends patrollin , strapped up, ridin, rollin I salute them like I know them, done know Hate when they see you progress, no matter how much love you show them Cant help it when youre chosen , done know Step with God on my side, these times everyones carrying knives But where Im from, that just life , done know And if he dont carry that skeng, he know when his paigons see him, he dead Tell me what you know about life and death , done know I see yutes in the ends patrollin, I was seventeen tryna be on my pole ting I couldnt care less about voting Thirteen trying to steal for a living, then I just started to rob like Holding First time I got nicked police gave me a caution, they know I done that pokin The birds to the bros for a joke ting, I wouldve never known it Couldnt ever get like this, everyones out usin Motorolas I couldve been dead or in jail, bet on my life and will thats progress Young nigga comin off coke heads, how still answer the nizzy and Stoney They wanna ban drill, but I touch roads that I had with drill The come up was real, cah they really dont want man to drill Stuck on the track, they dont want us to win, we just got to be tactical I just want my unborn kids all good when I write my will Im just tryna jugg the drawer out and write these riddims Qway when were back in the trap house just tryna slide this sim in Growin up in Tottenham, tryna learn how to rhyme like Chippy I live life on the edge , but I thank God for the life Im living I see yutes on ends patrollin , strapped up, ridin, rollin I salute them like I know them, done know Hate when they see you progress, no matter how much love you show them Cant help it when youre chosen , done know Step with God on my side, these times everyones carrying knives But where Im from, that just life, done know And if he dont carry that skeng, he know when his paigons see him, he dead Tell me what you know about life and death , done know One Done know NAEmbed

write a song like Headie One I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy

The Elements Yo I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy Im industry but Im still in the street My young boy got life and that young brother died And neither side screamed Victory Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride So they sneak dissin on me Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me No sweatboxes, fuck a You want bringers from me but werent visitin me You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights So I still did it for free Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yеah Same way countin this money, make mе feel relieved Armed jakes and I pray Im goin straight to the station I come off vacation, I need a vacation Somebodys hatin, is it Gang Unit? Or did I just piss off probation again? I got beef in the streets and I cant get nicked at my shavers again I just caught a next case, them lawyer fees I gotta pay them again Somebody got shot and it wasnt by Kaylum They say theres postcode wars, now theres wars on the postcode Dont know how Im still loyal to the pavement See a opp boy go from hero to zero and didnt get praised for his braveness Bought hope to the trench, they dont wanna hope for the dawn, no I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy Im industry but Im still in the street My young boy got life and that young brother died And neither side screamed Victory Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride So they sneak dissin on me Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me No sweatboxes, fuck a You want bringers from me but werent visitin me You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights So I still did it for free Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yeah Same way countin this money, make me feel relieved I put that Q on top of the two-pack and made changes I was married to the T-house before them rose and talkin stages Free little bro, we aint spoke in ages Have one of the Gs come home then the next one goes Oh no, its comin like Usher, tradin places If I got from the court staff He coulda got caught with the corner Im out in the safe house or the transporter Denzel Washington, Jason Statham The brosdem wont let me glide no more Cant have a superstar out in Leyton Skeng in the hands, got a opp and I shaved him Live and twist I got PTSD, I dont need sympathy Im industry but Im still in the street My young boy got life and that young brother died And neither side screamed Victory Them niggas cant gather the heart to go ride So they sneak dissin on me Throw my heart on the line, they dont feel it like me No sweatboxes, fuck a You want bringers from me but werent visitin me You know what Im like, two wrong dont make rights So I still did it for free Countin this money aint bringin me peace, yeah Same way countin this money, make me feel relieved Embed

write a song like Headie One Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo

Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out Bruck down Vauxhall in it into improve driving skills Everytime so we go get lurky, I remind bro wipe the wheel We bought this skeng off a one week flip, cah they like the deals I know the T-house into detail, with my Lyca phone Im skilled Send them texts until it wont let me send no more Plus I gotta keep it in script with numbers, I got my trap phone insured Rudeboy you aint ever look through the blinds at night, see the feds bout to boom that door Then dive head first out the window, turn the left and thank the Lord All a nigga tryna do, is turn 1 into 2 In the kitchen they think I do juju, all I do is re-up on new food Then I just do it again Count up these 50s and 20s and 10s, then do it again Again and again Bring that weight, bring my phone all benching I was 18, me and big bro doing up Tetris, trips are endless Headie One and Section Still get round there with my cheffers, fly out the ride and drench it Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang out I dont even sleep no more, I just wait till the pack goes out Thank God that I made it home, now I gotta sit back and count Everyday risk taking, this week done a thousand miles Seen the square come in, go out, done it so many times lost count Trap talk, I do it fluent Running through so much weight in the bando and the neighbours are clueless When I see these grams, all Im thinking is move it This Headie One flow that Im using, it can get confusing Packs with elastic bands, I buy that monthly I dont go country, trap in the ends Im comfy When I send the texts, watch the line go jumpy Have her put it on silent, making bare noise and fuckery Go my hands in so much green and I still dont eat my salad Skid up the car on my man, I assist that goal like Hazard I smoke broccoli cabbage, its that go in backwards Trap, mash and I do rap, this year causing madness Still reload on cargo Move work like Marlo, fats that looking like hardo Look at the flick of the wrist Traphouse looking Tescos, but we aint go no barcode Thats food and chairs like Nandos, watch us step in the bando Watch how I break this brick, everything get dismantled What you know bout weighing up so much grub? The battery scale just ran out Shoes on then I do road, I could never leave my gang outEmbed

write a song like Headie One All part of my favourite stuff

Move weight I love Latex gloves Skengs, Rambos, flickies All part of my favourite stuff Boys in blue still want me in the wing, no Damien Duff My young boy did a week in the T and all now he aint changed it up I’m still risk taking Gun under the mattress, sawn-off joints in the basement Feds went and booted off my door, they found that one and I had no replacement But it aint nothing, from long time my shankgame been amazing All I wanna do is get these reddies, ive been impatient No time wasting Fold these twenties before I even tied my laces That’s night shifts, day shifts If youre in the trap, you better have me in your playlist Me and Rev thats Freddy and Jason, I mean Jason and Freddy Twin these rambos, buck them both Im tryna get cheffy When I chase these opps, Im tryna make somebody chase some henny Fuck with the gang thats deadly Cos the team been horrid and thats way before Henry Bad B ask what I do I told her drilling and trapping Feds want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put abs in Pull up on opps and I buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin? Allo that talk on the net, bet you aint got that chat when we’re krashing Bad b ask what I do She heard I been chinging and krashing But she way too inna, I had to tell her cool off boo Unless you wanna hold this hand ting, I don’t wanna do no chattin Turn this 1 into 2 and make Rev fly like Aladdin Rule Number 1 Dont Leave Your Mates Got Nicked For Attempted Murder But I Got Charged With GBH Im Happy That Heads Went Home But Im Pissed I Never Beat That Case But I Ribbed My Bird And I Banged On Opps And I Had The Whole Team On Shame Rule Number 2 Stay Silent No Comment Fuck Feds I Hate Trident I Don’t Want To Talk To Much But The Opps Aint Riding Only Thing I That I Say Is Stop Running Other Than That, Straight Violence Rule Number 3 Dont Lack Rule 4 Go Get Dem Papers Hit The Other Side Then Attack Bring Smoke Or Step With Shavers Shoe Box Filled With Racks Cuh I Make Bread Like Bakers They Want Me Underground Like Escalators Rule Number 5 Dont Trust These Hoes Niggas Be Hating On Me Getting Paid Then They Must Be Broke I Hit Upsi Loads Latex Gloves When I Touch This Smoke 4 4 Long That’s New Or Get Round Dere With Rusty Pole Bad B ask what I do I told her drilling and trapping Fed want me in jail, in my cell, tryna put absinthe Pull up on opps and I buss these doors like, yo, whats happenin? Allo that talk on the net, bet you aint got that chat when were krashing Bad b ask what I do She heard I been chinging and krashing But she way too inna, I had to tell her cool off boo Unless you wanna hold this hand ting, I dont wanna do no chattin Turn this 1 into 2 and make Rev fly like AladdinEmbed

write a song like Headie One Who made this? JB made this

Who made this? JB made this Gotcha Why them man there love tarkin? Man really dont do reasonin Man really hit the market and bargain I been tryna get it cheapest Get that soft and whip it It comin out strong like Future and Weeknd Heavy metal on me, I just cant step naked Its nuttin like the Garden of Eden Everyones speakin till they turned target Nuttin like the DJ OT, OT, OT, half my life mans got money three ways Funny how they aint want me free, ay Minor setbacks, major comebacks, I really touched road And I went and got straight to the game like EA Finessed this chingin, bro assisted, thats my PA The T house was my studio, that spin ting be my DJ All I see is new faces, most of the goons old school like Freeway Opp boys saying that we aint on nuttin Theyre just soundin like fools, thats cliche All we know is beefin Nobody taught us how to peace make Most of the mandem teethin Got corn flying more time than BA M way, make a killin Them man broke, still chillin That aint a real drillin That must be Djibril like Cisse Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Nuttin but money and violence Anytime I touch the roads Treat the dots like Noah Two at a time when the pumpy loads Invest in brand new skengs I dont deal with no rusty poles Now the clip works like my whip Automatic, touch and go Mum said if you dont change Youll end up dead or rot in jail I never chose this life Like I tried kick ball but the option failed Had me on train to cunch Jumping barriers at Tottenham Hale I told bro its gonna be a long night Look we might have to sleep top and tail What do you know about copping a brand new hammer But youre pissed cause youve got no nails? Before I got the spin ting Had the sawn off dots with bells You better watch who you roll with A friend of a opp is a opp as well Bad B come to the nizz for the D How you callin this thot your girl? I can tell you about bando trips In the trap with no electricity Counting prof with the candles lit If its beef then we handle it How many times did I make that beat? Just like Steel Banglez did Put both hands right round it and squeeze Like Im tryna strangle it Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Ah-yeah, backin the wap and its all over Two .45s in a Range Rover See these shells, you can hold that one If youre callin it beef, we can handle it Ah-yeahEmbed

write a song like Headie One Theyre my brothers in arms forever

Theyre my brothers in arms forever We just see eye to eye And I, I cant explain any deeper than that Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the boys Yeah theyre the Yeah theyre the... How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got? Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, got How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got? Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, got How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got? Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, Big Shaq, got How many man have the gangdem got? How many-how many got-got? How many man have the gangdem got?Embed

write a song like Headie One Oh lord am a sinner

Smallgod Hah, mindblown Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Ey I used to be a goat, then I turned myself into gorilla Link up with the mandems rolling blunts smoking vanilla Design no ye Off White, Luis Vuitton anaa se Fila Aha ye trap house nso treating no sе five star villa Templise apartmеnt Breaking Bad me ne Scrilla No smoking inside Nso ma twa atoso KingKong Godzilla Sofo no ba no feeling, Wonte meho gyae wafa mela Ne papa se da, meye savage, meye sinner So I had to go on my knees look at heaven and pray to the Lord Link up with 5 bad bitches Womo nyinaa fre abroad Nea ye ye Wo sumase ye Breaking Bad ye breaking law Champagne no gye splash splash when we pour Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways, Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Im a sinner Bro-bros got itchy fingers, we keep it summer in the middle of the winter Duffle bag filled with paper, treat that Louis V bag like a printer Link my hitter hell get that done, then I might link Ama, or might link Linda Or both Yo, got this next girl, y3 fr3 noh akos Touch GH for the peace of mind, back in then ends, feds doing the most Got asbo from Scotland, had to put a Nina of light in the post Thats that TT grub up north, all the things I had to do by the coast Now we coasting in a 4x4 We dont talk much, cah its cheap to talk Windows tinted, the jeep in sports Back in the day it was trapping aint dead, street niggas tryna turned to entrepreneurs Suns out, guns out, we in shorts 3 hand tings, its a free for all Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways, Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa Oh lord am a sinner Im stuck in my ways, Im a driller Mene akatafoc baako Mmienu Hyia moa Y3hye vanilla Girl no bedi me for dinner Fr3 no melina Akoraa bone bia Mehyia no kwan ho Menkai 3hefa If I get there, you better get back If you didnt hear, take a bloodclaat step back Chest shots or Ill hit a mans head back Beat slugs I aint getting no lead back Old school days, had beef with a redneck yute On god, I shoulda dead that yute With all the corn I had, I shoulda fed that yute Man, I shoulda fed that yute Man, really try violate me? What? Dont you know L to the P? That young kid who came out the scene Came from the slums, and was placed in a dream Name a young boy thats really with this Been on my job, I really did this Ive been on my job, ion know about you I dont wanna know about you lot Lambo, Huracan Ghanaian driller, no Kumerican I just caught me a opp, got yinged in his top Whys he shouting out sorry like Americans? Oh lard, Im a sinner I got 3 times 2 in this spinner I think that its time like dinner To show the peoples dem whos realerEmbed

write a song like Headie One This is a Melo beat

This is a Melo beat Moneyevery on the track .38 kick tryna hit mans head I don’t even do MMA How many times gang do it all bait? Pigs tryna put the goons on telly And they flew man down to a vet Couple these dogs from some of these cats Jump out gang, swingin this mop If not, mans still tryna do it with shank Back hand grip with my black blade How many times have I made man plank? Opp boys see me in the flesh And I swam ’em just cah their attitude stank Still tell the young ones stay in school But Im still out ere spottin drills, its mad Bro just scored, always firin Even started oilin this pan If I aint score, I assist like Gerrard I’ve done quite well down this flank How Trident still on man And all of these bad B’s still on man? I already do this live in the streets We aint gotta do it on ’gram Bro got sentenced, I told him ride this pigeon Do it and land Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad B’s still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad Bs still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man Spent five bills on a sawn off dots Cant complain, thats cheap and chearful Passenger side of my best friends ride Tryna aim at the side of the vehicle I dont wanna miss, tell bro slow down, be careful From a young boy like NBA Been tryna score points, no air balls Been in the field in Tottenham Since that kit was made by Kappa Trident had me in jail While you was getting turfed by girls in Nappa Probation got me on license Told me Im violent, talking bout mapper I dont about them things there Last time I checked, Im just a rapper Got the drop, I was wanted by feds They were onto me and my guys So I just went on the run, like Jay Z and his wife Got nicked for a skeng and an AM No evidence at the scene of the crime Hit that interview room and I say no comment I dont need legal advice Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad Bs still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man Hows Trident still on man And all of these bad Bs still on man? Went jail, touched road, got fans And all now theyre claimin theyre still on gang Five years ago, tryna turn man Am Even though we had Am Four door, catchin feels with gang Semi-automatic drill on man2Embed

write a song like Headie One They say that talk is way cheaper than the silence is

JAE5 They say that talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things We got our own machines no we dont borrow Bro drawed it out the Polo Said he wishes that hammer was a Smith and not Apollo My next bro caught a burden, werent his fault though He woulda been free if his over jacket didnt have a logo Summer in the city in my condo And all the waps I bought, I put on foenem, I coulda bought a foreign Had options first, not them, we lost them We went back again and then we bought them The opps dem, we shot them Theres penthouses, top floors and top tens Funny how them jail grams, they went out for five-0 and four-0 Now we bring this nina out, this for tour Uptown with the gangnem, my single just went platinum I put my life on the line for the mandem I went to jail and felt like I was abandoned I spent time in, so now I need my everything timeless They say that talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things Yo, I can never change my past cause that will forever live with me Significant role for that nina , the judge tried to finish me I had the fours with the big nose, come like a mini-me And a tray with the rubber grip for comfortability CEO, now Im legitimate My probation dont know the difference, I tried, they wont let me live I was flat on my face, look what I made of it Uh, I took a mile, they only gave an inch Im seein changes, Prada shades on, they so dark I made a night shift out a day shift And still I see my bracelets All this water, I leave puddles on the pavements I put my life on the line for the mandem I went to jail and felt like I was abandoned I spent time in, so now I need my everyting timeless They say that talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things Talk is way cheaper than the silence is So the new gun dem come with silencer They investigate our cases, tryna tie us in That nigga lacked respect, he had to die for it I aint dwellin on my losses cause I like to win Pedal bike cycling, my trousers need a diamond Theyre sendin undercover, wrapped and wirin They tryna bring us down, we onto finer things Embed

write a song like Headie One Sometimes forget that I rap

Soundboi Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trapIts like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks When niggas are askin when my tape drops While Im walking with a flake box Wants a picture by the bait blocks I told them hurry, let me scate off Ive been dropping all this weight off Still dripping, yeah I spray up on him Niggas are askin if I rap still But my reloads, yeah their rap deals The money makers want another tape Cah they know I know how the jerk feels My little jigga said he listen to him Made a hunnaK, man its that real They miss a nigga, but Im back still New coupe with the black wheels Got a nigga too loose with the Mac still He let it go whenever I say I dont watch shows, I dont watch mine But its cool, its better that way Im a OG, Im setting my ways Thats why things get settled that way And free my niggas out the jailhouse They dont care what the evidence say Sometimes forget that Im a artist Dont give a fuck whos the hardest When I got workers hitting them targets Putting that 10/10 on the market I made sells not Yeah my trap-phone, it just charted Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Still in the field, I cant lack Im live on the radio with that wap Or Im on a fast lane with shank I got a hoodie up, I wear hats Or I get recognised by dem kats Gangdem bringing trap-phones on tour Man aint tryna put the hustle on pause On a lead to my young boy chopping up raw All I hear give me the light-light some paw Cant war without money, if you had it You wouldnt want war, thats why I was tour Im with the bros still doing up opp-block course Tryna slap off these 4s Cah Im a long way from pedal bikes Ten man deep with samurai swords Kway back 014, buss a pack so big Before I might need a samurai sword All the trips that we done in a bruck down Ford J been on the B way before in court Who woulda thought all these labels want it in tour? Tryna put main ting, I dont chat In studio making a track And my tracksuit smelling like crack Gon hit my spot tryna bill it I put your T house on that hitlist Get that trap-phone, and made racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racks Sometimes forget that I rap Got niggas askin for snaps While Im walking with packs Just take a walk in the trap Its like Walking Dead, bare zombies Dats why were walking with racksEmbed

write a song like Headie One I told bro I’m itchin to ride

I told bro I’m itchin to ride He said yo, just take it easy I’ll take that risk like CB Put man all over the TV Still anyting shh get shh Dem man don’t wanna see me Make food disappear Houdini Now I got keys to the beamer like Beenie Jeepers Creepers, Freddie and Jason through your speakers Get round there in tracky and slides then run man down in their sneakers Grim reapers, Bet you don’t resurrect like Jesus Jeepers creepers, get rid of that yute like foetus One for the money Two in the dots that’s lost Surprised that the gang’s still free Now we still put new fours on the block Fuck five-o Had me bang up at about six so I couldn’t keep my eyes off the clock Touch road and I took that risk I sold seven Gs of rock Eight times out of ten gang got it Anyting shh get shh Make man trip, spill, vomit Shh got shh from the shh way lil bro, one lock it Last night won that lat Blood all over the bonnet I had the whole block doin up moshpit Guns, money and drugs You already know, gang been doin up road Bad Bs throwin up Os How can we be broke? If we rap white like K koke Next few shows, we’re gonna spend that money on smoke Pochettino, tryna do G money like Nino Ride man’s ting, go light man’s skin like he’s albino All black like emo Put 10 in the back, Coutinho Out here getting paid in full And I tell girls that my real name’s Rico They try mock me cos RV had a job like H boogie Didn’t come for me and play looksee GBH showed prints from the crime scene Jury looked at me like How could he? In, Fully, Big, Bully Opps still chat on the net I’ve been there day and night, Kid Cudi Big man chatty and past the time Palm of the skeng When we go past the nine Shh got chinged in the ride He ran and couldn’t make it past the line Shh got chinged and snitched I swear that he’s still up in court and cryin I see man doin a vid, still out tryna flex with ice You coulda got smoked in your head But you’re like 35 When’s the last time man’s done a works, that’s awkward Man wont free they’re cautious Cah they know gang’s all about scorin Guns, money and drugs You already know, gang been doin up road Bad Bs throwin up Os How can we be broke? If we rap white like K koke Next few shows, we’re gonna spend that money on smokeEmbed

write a song like Headie One Afraid of my kid eatin?

Afraid of my kid eatin? Man will be fuckin down for that, bros Just let me know the time It be interesting today at work There were odds running around And Im lookin at them motherfuckers like Blud, do you know what mans doing? Mans with the mandem So they already know And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of thе, none of the And you aint heard from nonе of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the I dont quite know How to say Just how I feel I dont quite know How to say Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel Just how I feel I dont know how I feel Broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis I dont quite know How to say How I feel She wont dive in But I still cant breathe Its what you did to me How I feel I dont know How I feel Oh Just how I feel And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis And you aint heard from none of the, none of the And you aint heard from none of the broskis Heard from none of the broskis Heard from none of the Heard from none of the broskis Heard from none of the Man fuckin dardy, trust me, bruv Nah its just, walk– Mans just tryna Mans just tryna turn up, Fred This summers gonna be fuckin lit, broEmbed

write a song like Headie One In to win, cant be in to lose

Sykes, Sykes In to win, cant be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say in your boots Ooh ooh All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit Still step out smokey, from kway back the gang been governed Back then my nephew was a curious one, I had to keep him away from the cupboard Knee, watch and face must be funny, Id rather go die on my feet I’m stubborn Was baguettes with mustard, all of those terrible cakes and custard All I know is hustle, make these tennies just fold out here Real talk its been cold out here, but I’m good, it aint always been comfort You don’t wanna get fried like chicken, thats Southern I put two hands on the grip on this rubber, Ill make man dance without hearing no dubstep Solve problems with violence, them man wish they had clout like I did Thats got all of them out here trying, but their hearts not in it, theyre tired Them man been snitching, they wired Pigs never let the gang on wireless You know we bring heat to the gigs like Ryan In to win, cant be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say in your boots Ooh ooh All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profit 9 hour trip, thats what you call O, when you hear them say Ken, no they don’t mean Ryu It was good to fling water on the wrist, cah jailhouse, I could do Refling it in D’Yeu 90 on the M with a two and my blue and my boys gon fling it on my yout Please be mindful, you think that verbal is cool till youre drenched out lying in a pool I aint never played by the rules, do a drill, then I’m top floor lying in a pool writing on the wall for myself, old billys just lying on the court Still out here, shotty unsawn cah I aint tryna sell myself short New dinger, we can fling it in sports Tell the opps they gotta crawl before they walk In to win, cant be in to lose I need me 10 bricks, I don’t need no Qs M way trips with crews, ooh Same tracksuit, same shoes Still we played the field, they say in your boots Ooh ooh All I talk is money, I don’t really care about views More than enough corn for the whats it And it come bigger than Wotsits Still go put the 4s on the table and chop it When I rise in the AM, I gotta count this profitEmbed

write a song like Headie One I was all alone in my cell coming to the end of my third year of basic

ShadowOnTheBeat I was all alone in my cell coming to the end of my third year of basic I had a one spliff of hash Ayy, imagine a nigga dont even smoke Im back at my tizz today, slapping her hair and lining the radio They said, dont expect no love when Im back I just laugh cah they already done told me Im the one They told me Im the one Im back How I want a Aston Martin How the gang love Rémy Martins They told me Im the one Im back How I want a Aston Martin How the gang love Rémy Martins How you turn your back on the kid? That was expected from you Thats why I was ready for you All now you didnt know what they told me to do Im playing ball now, still I try give respect where its due Dont let me take that from you It wont be pleasant for me or be pleasant for you finesse from me, no lose, Im protected from you She thought she fell in love but shes confused, she fell in love with the crew Didnt they know Im the one, two Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round me playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round, still playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos We dont die young Watch me die as a hero, maybe unsung Road everyday with the skeng, then soon after, my crib got spun And it werent til I met Jay, when I first see a whole one Still it got chopped, Jackie Chan I was in the can counting days until I reached two and one That nigga that you saw no face in the twos, it was one That twenty three hour turned me to a savage like 21 I made a bag every day, so guess what? I just blew me one Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round me playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos I gave you all year round, still playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never see uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos One Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never seen uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos Im playing ball now, Im playing one-twos They think I do ooh but trust me, Ive never seen uncle Cant play fair, I play it foul, still playing one-twos OneEmbed