God's Clever - Meekz

Bando got me eating good

I’m a rapper now I’m sleeping good

Mhm

Brr

Ba- Ba- Ba- Bando got me eating good, never thought they’d free me up

Mumzy used to beat me up, I never showed my teacher love

Pops locked inside, it used to eat me up

Niggas go inside and lose their mind, it can be deep as fuck

We just got that different feeling, hit 'em with a bigger meaning

Trap house flippin' freezing, rap shit staying greasy

Make it look easy, can’t believe they took Deezy

Fucking up the game now they should see me

Go- God’s clever, can’t believe he took Tekka

Creating diamonds out of hood pressure, mobbin' with some good fellas

Small timers and pub sellers

Ge- Ge- Get you a brick on tick, I’m really tryna push hemmies

I got packs on my lap doing up chemist

I’ma make the hood blemish, ayo, I’m done telling

Time to show 'em what I’m selling (Ho- Ho- Ho- Hood reppin')

They ain’t levelling with energies they in heaven

I ain’t coming second

Niggas aimed and missed a bunch of Beckhams'

Manchester Country reppin'

Hood steppin'

Catch me out of country with a pumpy or a lovely weapon

I’d rather dash it than sell it, so true I couldn’t tell it

It’s getting real close I can smell it

Had me on the wing doing Tekken

Ayo, it’s fucked when you lose your bredren

Gotta show my blessings (Bl- Bl- Bl- Blessings)

R.I.P.

Don Juan, I can’t believe another one’s gone

I just need a number one song, then my hood’s gone

Fuck the police we used to run from

I got love for the struggle cause it’s really what I come from

(Love for the struggle cah it’s really what I come from)

(C- C- C- Cah it’s really what I come from)

Youngins tryna rob guys, eat shit and pop guys

No lob-side, one side, my side

Bet I gotta fly high, no more mister nice guy

Got me kickin' knowledge I’m a wise guy

Now’s feeling like the right time

Got a couple bangers in the pipeline

All I’ve ever known is getting money off a white line

Ro- Robberies in the nightime

Got me hittin' missions on a sideline

You couldn’t picture the vision of what my minds like

Dick dick Dingers and spinners a day in my life

Can’t connect the reception with no WiFi

Pull up in a stolen got them thinkin' it’s a drive-by

I remember sitting in jail watching TV, days used to fly by

Came home, now they watching me, it’s my time

(Now they watching me it’s my time)

Trap got me living nice, came out, I’m living life

Missus and my sister fly, put it on my friggin' life

Niggas ain’t livin' right, all them sales off a little bike

Now it’s five to life for a bit of white

(Fi- Fi- First strike I remember shotting on my dirt bike)

(Pulling up on plugs like, «What's the work like? «)

(Wha- Wha- What’s the work like?)

(Trap got me living nice, trap got me living nice)

Trap got me living nice, trap got me living nice

Trap got me living nice, trap got me living nice