Sneakbo - Jetskwave 2

Dem Man

Dem man don't know me
Dem man couldn't phone me
Dem man are getting cosy
Dem man are joke boys, ain't Bosy
Us man get dodgy
Us man are out here but lowkey
Young boy right here, he's smoky
Boi, boi, boi, boi, no joking

I wouldn't wanna be like dem man
I wouldn't wanna be like him
I was nobody, look at me now
Young boy turned to a king
From Feltham Thameside high down
I was locked down in the bin
Now I'm on grown man things
Real talk, big man ting
I be going in, all I know is win, win, win
Look, I got a big fat grin and I bring dons in
Wanna see bare man win
Give a boy joints and things
Wanna play games?
I ain't on no play play
Don't tweet, don't @ me, mate
I be on my grind, niggas wanna waste my time
Like they don't know I buss my 9, pull it up, rewind
Fam, I done changed my life up
Road, I just wanna live life
Everyting nice, everyting gon' go right
Man gon' blow in due time
Put it on my life, still pray that I don't die
Fam, I still need more shine
Need more time, them gyal haffi get pipe
That's why Bo can't die

Dem man don't know me
Dem man couldn't phone me
Dem man are getting cosy
Dem man are joke boys, ain't Bosy
Us man get dodgy
Us man are out here but lowkey
Young boy right here, he's smoky
Boi, boi, boi, boi, no joking

I wouldn't wanna look like dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Wouldn't wanna look like dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Someone better pray for dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
I be like fuck all dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Please get rid of them all
Me and them man ain't cool
Private call, fuck that private call
I don't answer to that no more
I don't need shit, I be out here getting rich
I be out here with your chick
Catch me on the strip, see me in an all-white whip
Buss a red light if I skip
Come back next day, then I get back to the pits
Man got racks in the crate
Man got cake, and it ain't man's birthday
Them was the fucking worst days, now I sip champagne
Any time, man, Thursday
Any time man's in the rave
Man get waved
Bare king Ls get blazed
I hate when man's in my face, OK, OK
Shut the fuck up, what the fuck are you saying?
You be rapping 'bout guns but them guns are not spraying
I know most of you rappers know most of your mothers
I know you're really good youts but you're rapping like the cruddas
Dem man don't know me
Dem man couldn't phone me
Dem man are getting cosy
Dem man are joke boys, ain't Bosy
Us man get dodgy
Us man are out here but lowkey
Young boy right here, he's smoky
Boi, boi, boi, boi, no joking
I wouldn't wanna look like dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Wouldn't wanna look like dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Someone better pray for dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
I be like fuck all dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Dem man, dem man
You ain't 'bout that life
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Dem man, dem man
You ain't getting no gyal
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Dem man, dem man
You ain't fuckin' with me
Dem man, dem man, dem man
Dem man, dem man

Credits
Writer(s): Agassi Odusina, Kevon Gilbert Thompson
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