Casisdead - Been Runnin' lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, some rap sh** for you man Got my Ciroc, yeah got my True Religion jeans and a matching jacket And my Gucci scarf... (haha f**ing slags) Oh f** that! [Verse 1: Cas] To keep all of my sh** organised I gotta keep three lines Just to keep track of my felines They're on the rocks like sea lions And a score five for three lines If you like kuf, pree mine The way I mix up the dub I should be getting rewinds In T. gotta be streetwise Yeah it's drug deals and street crimes I could double up, three times Before they even turn on the street lights I'm on this ting so hard More time I don't sleep nights I just serve the soft and the hard So me and mumsy can eat nice I pick up for a cheap price Distribute for a neat price Move a brick, really quick Try and avoid the police lights They put my rock in their peace pipes I get them high like cheap flights Yeah, I serve the fiends right The white f**s their jaws up so they can't speak right Clientele from the Isle of Dogs All the way to the Isle of Wight Bought my whip with these rocks And that's why I love white Nah, I don't smoke it Might sniff it Seen what it does to a cat it's horrific Still, business is terrific [Hook] (I been runnin') From the Metropolitan police Cause they know that (I been runnin') Bare card scams and AC's for like a week (I been runnin') With the same wraps in my cheek But I think they've started to leak Cause I'm slurring words when I speak I I I I'm slurring words when I speak (I'm slurring, I'm slurring) (I I I I'm slurring, I'm slurring) (I'm slurring, I'm slurring) I I I I'm slurring words when I speak I'm slurring words when I speak (I'm I'm I'm I'm) [Verse 2: Cas] Yeah I'm quite a skinny brer I ain't got a lot weight on me Crackhouse you might see me there Just know say I got a bit of weight on me And my food's so peng The cat's just sit there and wait for me Some man get jealous and Try and set their whole estate on me And now they want beef Gonna come to my house and put the weight on me The four pound, the tre' eight Say there's no need to debate on me I say it blatantly I don't care if certain man wanna hate on me I'm cool as long as the cats keep rating me And keep paying me My fiends won't think of playing me If I'm not paid in full it's a trip to the A&E And they know that, so they always make the P I'm head chef at the bakery Secret recipe, no contesting me Hot water, baking soda Cocaine's best accessories [Hook] [Outro] Oi Nutty, you're nutty for this one man! Nutty P Yeah, yeah, it's Cas Me again, always here Yeah Hey (whatever the f** he said)