Gold Lyrics

People might say these days that Sage is done with the dibby dibby dibby
But know whereever this flow goes ill always have nuff skippy lyrics with me
Iv donned this shit from day its how i paved my way while living in this city
Im a London boy, ill come destroy anyone try test just really isnt thinking
Oi Subby how did they know about us
No plan, just jammed on some colab stuff
Roll that skud, because now were known round clubs
Throw hands up we bring that grown man gruff
ITS MAD
People dont know that much about us
It really is so sad cuz
What they know bout the times of the nomad thugs
And beating a man till his bones snap blud
I didn't really ever want to bring it back to the time
When man was mad on a hype
All he had was his time and he snatched what he liked
What you thought was yours was actually mine
With spray cans on the mind we broke into the tracks at the night
Yes graff was the vibe, just a family of rats on a hype
Never caught coz we ran for our lives
It was fun, give me the mic and i might run
Reminising about times of a life gone
Doesnt matter if money comes in and i aquire bucks
Ill still be that little shit that i was
U can throw me a deal and throw me a meal
Ill still be that little shit that i was
Im thinking to steal ur big bag of pills im still that little shit that i was!

Is that u rudeboy some wasteman dont have a clue rudeboy
Two boys might run up on u rudeboy, take ur phone and both ur shoes rudeboy What u gonna do rude boy, get eaten up and then chewed rude boy
Get beaten blacker than blue rude boy, rude boy dont act like ur rude

Oi rudeboy, dont watch that
Ull get swung with a big OI f*ck OIFF
Im never catting noones lyrics im always coming with my own
Up and in my zone so dont watch that
I rhymed the same thing twice dont watch that
Three times now f*ck u watch that
Four times1 rah hes taking the piss
Lazy little shit, five times! watch that
Schizophrenic, twist the end kick ur head in
Lit by 10, sick incentive, this the message
f*ck ur life get demented, straight to mad skip depression
Then youll get it
Lifes not fun its just reckless so make the most, this ur session
Pick ur weapon, choose the side which ur repping
Bad or evils the question
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Let me rise up and never come down
One round pills not enough for the drug hound
Some found 16 bags so i run round him
Peak... goals..
Slums now sick
Big cheese man never comes down quick
If reckless makes reckless then reckless
Has come from what one man did
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Everybodys repping on a movement
Who is who and why they looking stupid
You is you if u recognise and choose it
They will never televise the music
Maybe fake but never none of the true shit
Who gives what f*cks, bend ur mind and loose it
2 hits, 4 halfs, 1 drops my new shit

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