Bang Down Your Door
Bang down your door
You was in the field when I was on tour
I was on the telly when you was in the cell
And you was on the celly
Like when you gonna show these motherfuckers who's boss?
And I'm tryna look out for your boy
But you know how time goes, you only get 24
When you're tryna make the M then make 20 more
We all get the same hours
Remember them tune there "I'll bring you flowers"
Iceberg jean, whine pon the gyaldem
Yeah, time change but you're still the man and we're still family
And if the family need they can shout me
I'm one phone call away, don't doubt me
Just as long as they don't ask for an Audi
Brudda, it's all calm
I still feel your mumsy's grip on my palm
In the courtroom we were linked to the arm
It didn't go your way but you took it like a boss
I bang down your door
You was pissed that you missed the awards
After parties and garden barbie's and video shoots
With lil' kids on the lawn, you shoulda been with us
'Cause we got fire round and so we fly out
And yeah, we done the dance, the mandem's kosher
In hoods all over, we get the realest love
And thank fuck the ends is too far away to get mixed up in the mud
Yeah my mumsy said "What's up?"
Bang down your door for this, yeah
Bang down your door for this, yeah
Bang down your door for this, yeah
Bang down your door for this, yeah
You was in the field when I was on tour
I was on the telly when you was in the cell
And you was on the celly
Like when you gonna show these motherfuckers who's boss?
And I'm tryna look out for your boy
But you know how time goes, you only get 24
When you're tryna make the M then make 20 more
We all get the same hours
Remember them tune there "I'll bring you flowers"
Iceberg jean, whine pon the gyaldem
Yeah, time change but you're still the man and we're still family
And if the family need they can shout me
I'm one phone call away, don't doubt me
Just as long as they don't ask for an Audi
Brudda, it's all calm
I still feel your mumsy's grip on my palm
In the courtroom we were linked to the arm
It didn't go your way but you took it like a boss
I bang down your door
You was pissed that you missed the awards
After parties and garden barbie's and video shoots
With lil' kids on the lawn, you shoulda been with us
'Cause we got fire round and so we fly out
And yeah, we done the dance, the mandem's kosher
In hoods all over, we get the realest love
And thank fuck the ends is too far away to get mixed up in the mud
Yeah my mumsy said "What's up?"
Bang down your door for this, yeah
Bang down your door for this, yeah
Bang down your door for this, yeah
Bang down your door for this, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Kane Brett Robinson, Samuel Blue May, Jodi Dean Milliner, Stephen Eric Hindman
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