Bloody Revenge (Norbert Davenport & Modus Sollers Remix)

歌詞

They won't appreciate your ambition, nah They'll just love everything that can come from it You see risk, I run with it, you run from it And that's the major difference Even though I made money to try and make a difference It never made me different It's just funny that people love to say I'm distant And cry about the way I move, sitting in the same position You hold it there, I'll run up in your crack spot And really press pause on the white like polar bears Ricardo Quaresma, I got a load of flair Still go to war over a rack like Tony Blair You talk a lot I'm from Streatham Vale, that's where iron hides in cars like Autobots I got love from superstars in America, before I got love from guys I chilled with at the corner shop And that's what bothers me Like I was focusing on quality Just waiting for my time to shine while you was online tryna kill them with quantity Fake girls onto me I put 3 on my TNs and some Rocky jeans And now the girl's dying for a title like Apollo Creed That's super long, I'll tell her that I'm moving on, honestly I lose love for what I'm doing lots to find my passion lying in a drink like Rubicon This is some movie shit We just spank groupie chicks and give them red bottoms like I bought the girls Louboutins If her boyfriend comes back tryna do his job I'll give her baby wings like I went and drew Cupid On God, I am not the one I don't have a lot of time Quick decline when your label doesn't offer right And if your head of office isn't on my other line with Di María's wages Then I wouldn't even bother trying I ain't gotta sign deals on blind faith Studying Braille's the last time I touched a dotted line I'm 19 this year, I lost a lot of time I'm on the 109, I really need to get a car Bait face, sittin' on the tube like I went and got the Northern Line to uni in the morning for a seminar You remind me of Boxing Day and January Black Friday too, your sales are all regular But still you're online, stuntin' with your chain While you struggle to recoup what you made on your dead advance I don't really need to sit down with a label 'Cause me and Jack are on our own island with Benny Scars I remember when I rapped in school for the love And my teachers never thought that it would get me far I remember when they said I couldn't sing And now Wanna Know has taken over cities like Genghis Khan Success is sweet, but revenge is ours I'm living on the edge like the house on the hills of L.A. where we stayed with our rented cars Our friend's yard, so I thank them But you can ask Jack Street, SG and Jimmy Napes if it's all luck or if there's method to my madness You ain't got money on your mind like the Sam song And me and you can't chill out, so why latch on? It's like we never turned the ends into a jackpot And had dots scattered round the side like a match box It's like I never turned my room into a trap spot And whip 40k with my piano, it's my crackpot I got a crazy drive, I'm afraid to fail And ask anyone when I was there in Maida Vale I done over 100 takes to make sure I played it well As for the love of the music and not the ends I ain't lookin' for respect, I'm lookin' for revenge I was spinnin' tracks, my Gs were fixin' cats I used to think that I was chillin' with some vets Content with your life on the block, you're a mess No vision (Final round) You don't have the fucking ambition And for me and my friends The only thing I need is revenge (Game over)