Lyrics
These days too much boy wanna chat about gass
And you always gassed
Somebody pass me the mask
Its all gone mad
If you ever mention the gang somebody might get slapped
Pass me the match
These days too much boy wanna chat about gass
So somebody pass me the mask
Man gotta grow up, don’t be a show up
Mans been working, mans gunna blow up
We got links, we got connects
Man got girls, your bitch goes to the vet
Mans so hands on don’t you forget, how I go hard dem man loads of regret
I been out grindin', owning a set, all my life and don’t you forget
I like change of course (of course)
AB never changing course (never changing course)
Some man climbing to the top of the hill, some man dem chilling by the wall
(some chillin by the wall)
I used to be by the wall
Trust man I go hard for in bits, for the music ting we be risking it all
And that’s just half of the shit man have been through
Every time I take step back another dreams true
Man never take a four, I never need to
Pure to the core, score whenever I need to but I still duck when its NEE-eu
NEE-eu NEE-eu NEE-eu NEE-eu NEE-eu
Every body paranoid every body gone
Seem too keen to leave you know its on
Big man ting to keep your chin checked like what
Should I hold back?
I got the world in my hands, that’s why I don’t clap
Can’t say sorry for my mistakes, ain’t no body saying sorry for the scars that
I have
Earned my stripes, deserve my stripes
And still I hear man saying life is mad
Been down, got back up and keep going
You can’t say I ain’t earned the life I have
Gassed, always gassed
Dem boys always gassed, pass me the mask
Gassed, always gassed
Dem boys always gassed, pass me the mask
These days too much boy wanna chat about gass
And you always gassed
Somebody pass me the mask
Its all gone mad
If you ever mention the gang somebody might get slapped
Pass me the match
These days too much boy wanna chat about gass
So somebody pass me the mask
Its, Its G A double
S on the mic I’m trouble
Im out in the night with a couple
G’s in the night that’ll bark with a muzzle
In my eyes, my g’s are above all
You can’t say Cardiff’s got bun all
And it seem your stuck in a tunnel
Jump on a mic and I’ll burst your bubble
You don’t want beef no more we olders
No more check backs over the shoulder
When I touch mic I feel I’m the coldest
When I touch base I feel I’m the boldest one
Coz I’m not the one and only but I’m the only one
That’s done what I done and come from where I come from
Yh that done
Nah I don’t chat too much that’s done (done)
Nah I don’t gass too much that’s done (done)
Man speak facts on a track fire bun (bun)
farmer for man better run
Grew up on Killah, P Rico and Flow (Flow)
That’s how you know I’m a don and a one (one)
Got a whole squad like boy better know
Now imma show you man what I’m on
See I’m an injured yout with a plaster
And I’m broke so you know that’s a factor
I take action but I’m not an actor
Realise that the world is backwards
When I’m in the booth the window get shatter
Dema chat too much or goss up and natter, whats the matter?
Coz you man get served like shish on a platter
Gassed, always gassed
Dem boys always gassed, pass me the mask
Gassed, always gassed
Dem boys always gassed, pass me the mask
These days too much boy wanna chat about gass
And you always gassed
Somebody pass me the mask
Its all gone mad
If you ever mention the gang somebody might get slapped
Pass me the match
These days too much boy wanna chat about gass
So somebody pass me the mask
Gassed, always gassed
Dem boys always gassed, pass me the mask
Gassed, always gassed
Dem boys always gassed, pass me the mask
Gassed, always gassed
Exactly bro, I’ve seen my little cousin shotting, chains, braclet n ice,
he’s 15 bro, he don’t know nothing about life, he’s walking around with a
chain all back to his mums house (yeah) ya know what I mean?