Yungen - 21 lyrics

Ok Hey yo Dice History in the making This one for them pagans This one for them breddas watching all my vids and hating This one for them chicks who never had it now they rating I've been working so hard, it's time to show them that I'll make it Didn't wanna kick it, now she wanna ball Didn't give me credit now that b**h she wanna call Telling me I'm tripping, tell that b**h I'm not a fool I spent six year in JA how can you tell me I don't ball I put murder in my ink, hid that burner under my sink Could have been in jail with my mandem, but I'm the only one that thinks These girls trying to catch me slipping, they can't see a thing through my tints Hey Dice, double up on them drinks Yeah I cleaned all the way up but I still walk around with that lean Won't catch me stunting in j**els, because I don't wear ice if I don't get cream Yeah I used to move flake, now I'm with Kone, that's my team More time and me, him and Krept we up all night and we chasing our dream Call me Martin Luther King, me I do the thing Meet me in the ring, ain't letting it slide I'd rather swing I got women on my case, all the ever do is ping Me I'm from a deep ends where you gonna drown if you can't swim Trying to keep my head above that water Dodgy plates on that Corsa Never been a talker It's RIP if you f** with my Ora Doing a hundred on that motorway in some sh** we never thought'a And these days I get free kicks but I'm just a boy from the corner I go dizzy to make that gwop, you got a nookie I'll take that, what? Dreading that I've got the game on lock Girl will have to clear herself from my spot Because I've got bars on top of bars, the only way is the top Who would have thought I'd be the heartbreak kid but I used to love the rock Now these girls all up in my grille Might get a nandos if she's real If it ain't studio then I'll chill With this girl from the East End that I feel If I come around and I'm beating, she already know the deal She won't see me the morning after, all she's gonna see is a pill Ok let me state the facts, pull the cat out of the hat Ain't got a deal but I'm already getting pats Is your sister [?] Are you f**ing Ms Bratt? Rumors in my presence I'm like get the hell off my sack Concentrate on my gift Don't concentrate on my dick All these clowns are hating because I'm living up to my wish When people stare, it gives me such a lift I'm just writing bars, getting dough and ticking girls off my list, b**h