J U N I O R - Blue Tick

Bro said your good
No need for talking
Exchange that grub then we spud
Bro said your good
We finna make it out the hood
Bro bro said your sick
Soon to see that blue tick (so sick)
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday night I'm licked
Told my mum this is it
No more working for shit (naa)
Can't lie she's still sceptic
But would rather see me rapping with the headphones on
Than being banged up in nick
Bro bro said your sick (your sick)
Bro said your good
Prepared to be dragged through the mud
To stand where I wanna be stood
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday night I'm licked
Told my mum this is it
No more working for shit
Bro's saying I shine
It's just a matter of time
Hate I don't see it, keep my mind to the grind
Put my all into this, mandem had to get to know
Growing up you realise everybody ain't broke
Just addicted to blow
I'm tryna progress so
Can't let my graph plateau
Or get my head hurt by a hoe (never that)
But I'm onto a winner
Cause her waist looking slimmer
I only make tunes for my boys in the bimmer
Call that music for the bond
I'm Hans Zimmer
Got the game at my fingertips
Rest of the scene on strings, like violins
I know you see the shine on the rims
All the fancy things
Wonder why you don't have that
Cause you were linking tings
And out on weekdays like the bins
My raps are raw like big skins
Bro met with the plug
He said he can't wait to see what the future can bring
Same time I'm tryna iron out my sins
Let me go back in
Winter '21 that's where we'll begin
You see my chances were slim
Can't slip, the ice I'm walking on is thin
Ex girl hates the green
So when I link her it's only cognac, vodka or gin
Tell her when I go clear I'm bringing the mandem in (facts)
From Bewsey down to Lymm
Took it too far, said I'd leave her in the bin
But when I cop the RS3 I'll take you for a spin
Spaceship that's the shape me and my girl are in
So first get out her space like Yuri Gagarin
Bro said your good
No need for talking
Exchange that grub then we spud
Bro said your good
We finna make it out the hood
Bro bro said your sick
Soon to see that blue tick (so sick)
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday night I'm licked
Told my mum this is it
No more working for shit (naa)
Can't lie she's still sceptic
But would rather see me rapping with the headphones on
Than being banged up in nick
Bro bro said your sick (your sick)
Bro said your good
Prepared to be dragged through the mud
To stand where I wanna be stood
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday night I'm licked
Told my mum this is it
No more working for shit
No rehearsal, your living it now
In a trance, on my mind finance
It's controversial, I can speak my mind and be commercial wow
I'm off with the white like Virgil how
Heard less of the verbal
Since I bought my coat with red fifty notes
And ones that are purple wow
Oh shit I meant pink (I meant pink)
Shawty stared so I wink
Gotta tap like a sink
Huh, made you think
I'll make you use your instinct
I'm on the brink (on the brink)
Still using the Metrolink (the Metrolink)
So you better bounce on my request
Your stressed (so stressed)
Tell myself that I'm blessed
But that amounts to nothing when my head's still a mess
Heart popping out like a shirt on a crest
Oh shit I mean crest on a shirt
Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work
She's tryna flirt, Lil Durk I'm on amber alert (amber alert)
Gave her a chance she best thank the short skirt (thank that)
So you better bounce on my request
Your stressed (so stressed)
Tell myself that I'm blessed
But that amounts to nothing when my head's still a mess
Heart popping out like a shirt on a crest
Oh shit I mean crest on a shirt
Hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work
She's tryna flirt, Lil Durk I'm on amber alert
Bro said your good
No need for talking
Exchange that grub then we spud
Bro said your good
We finna make it out the hood
Bro bro said your sick
Soon to see that blue tick (so sick)
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday night I'm licked
Told my mum this is it
No more working for shit (naa)
Can't lie she's still sceptic
But would rather see me rapping with the headphones on
Than being banged up in nick
Bro bro said your sick (your sick)
Bro said your good
Prepared to be dragged through the mud
To stand where I wanna be stood
Bro bro said your sick
Blue Tick coming quick
If I phone you Saturday night I'm licked
Told my mum this is it
No more working for shit

Written by:
Jack Roberts

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