D.R.N.E - Bradford Habits

Yo
DRNE tings
Playing the field and that
See where I'm at
What you saying
I knew I'd have to jump back on a solo track
Fuck knows
See the levels and that
And I got game
I got bad bitch chilling off' name
And I'm savage 'cause I got brain
Just a madness going insane, whey
And I got game
I got bad bitch chilling off' name
And I'm savage 'cause I got brain
Just a madness going insane, whey
And I got pain
Int' arses
Tryin' to pass blame
For man's use of shanks
To carve out waves
Watch how I come with it mate
Like I'm running insane
And I'm running it ay
Running it
Ay
You know I fucked it
Late
Standard procedure, still pays
Am I a talker Walkers, Lays
Gary Lineker gets paid to play
Dave at this age
Man's leaving traces
Once I'm ont' podium, don't like third places
Go out wi' boys, bare drinks, off our faces
Not exactly come for gyal, but if one catches my eye
Fuck it then, man likes chases
Used to sprint, now I set paces
For a sweet one, hmm, strawberry laces
Platinum strands and tanned, Caucasian
Game
I got bad bitch chilling off' name
And I'm savage 'cause I got brain
Just a madness going insane, whey
And I got game
I got bad bitch chilling off' name
And I'm savage 'cause I got brain
Just a madness going insane, whey
Yo
London man about peng ting gyal
I couldn't give a fuck
Gwon friend ting gyal
I request you and it's pending gyal
Then you message me and you're sending while
I'm six man deep
In a whip
Bizzies chase and shit
Man better dip
In a bit
In traffic
Ont' way home
Blaring Mobb Deep, stuck
Look at brake lights, broke
But I couldn't give a fuck
Listen G, I know it's off the book
You sure I've not lost it now a "halfway crook," 'cause
I seen some niggas, call them halfway cooks
Rich parents on the side, they wanna part ways but
They're not road, they're not street so they cut
Go round wi' chest out and start on man who don't give fucks
That's a madness
Daft tragic, and what, forgot
That they got dropped like a bad habit
And that nigga flopped ont' dot gone like hat magic
Never gonna pop, stop when they act radged
Minted but the penny dropped like the lads' addy
And they got dropped like a bad habit
And that nigga flopped ont' dot gone like hat magic
Never gonna pop, stop when they act radged
Minted but the penny dropped like the lads' addy
I'm a simple nigga wi' simple pleasures
But dangerous times call for dangerous measures
Not a dangerous guy but wi' dangerous leisures
And that dangerous gyal next to cash that I treasure
But poke don't compare to the music
The way I use it wi' my tunes shit
On a mad beat you know I do bits
Bad man shit some dooby, make me cushty like Scooby Doo bitch
I got a ting on my wrist
So icy it comes with the mist
Bottom of fist, desires though, bottom of list
I got priorities bro now you getting the jist
I got a big ting, little ting, a car wrote off
I got mandem, gyal friends, a bird pure off
The scale, she brags to her mates, man's leaving a trail
They all want it, score like I'm Gareth Bale
I got bad bitch chilling off my name
And I'm savage 'cause I got brain
Just a madness going insane
Whey
And I got game
I got bad bitch chilling off my name
And I'm savage 'cause I got brain
Just a madness going insane, whey

Written by:
Levi Diani-Canoville

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