On Man

[Intro]

This is a Melo beat

Moneyevery on the track

[Verse 1: Headie One]

.38 kick tryna hit man's head

I don’t even do MMA

How many times gang do it all bait?

Pigs tryna put the goons on telly

And they flew man down to a vet

Couple these dogs from some of these cats

Jump out gang, swingin' this mop

If not, man's still tryna do it with shank

Back hand grip with my black blade

How many times have I made man plank?

Opp boys see me in the flesh

And I swam ’em just cah their attitude stank

Still tell the young ones stay in school

But I'm still out 'ere spottin' drills, it's mad

Bro just scored, always firin'

Even started oilin' this pan

If I ain't score, I assist like Gerrard

I’ve done quite well down this flank

How Trident still on man

And all of these bad B’s still on man?

I already do this live in the streets

We ain't gotta do it on ’gram

Bro got sentenced, I told him 'ride this pigeon'

Do it and land

[Chorus: Headie One]

How's Trident still on man

And all of these bad B’s still on man?

Went jail, touched road, got fans

And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang

Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'

Even though we had Am'

Four door, catchin' feels with gang

Semi-automatic drill on man

How's Trident still on man

And all of these bad B's still on man?

Went jail, touched road, got fans

And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang

Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'

Even though we had Am'

Four door, catchin' feels with gang

Semi-automatic drill on man

[Verse 2: RV]

Spent five bills on a sawn off dots

Can't complain, that's cheap and chearful

Passenger side of my best friend's ride

Tryna aim at the side of the vehicle

I don't wanna miss, tell bro "slow down, be careful"

From a young boy like NBA

Been tryna score points, no air balls

Been in the field in Tottenham

Since that kit was made by Kappa

Trident had me in jail

While you was getting turfed by girls in Nappa

Probation got me on license

Told me I'm violent, talking 'bout mapper

I don't about them things there

Last time I checked, I'm just a rapper

Got the drop, I was wanted by feds

They were onto me and my guys

So I just went on the run, like Jay Z and his wife

Got nicked for a skeng and an AM

No evidence at the scene of the crime

Hit that interview room and I say "no comment"

I don't need legal advice

[Chorus: Headie One]

How's Trident still on man

And all of these bad B's still on man?

Went jail, touched road, got fans

And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang

Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'

Even though we had Am'

Four door, catchin' feels with gang

Semi-automatic drill on man

How's Trident still on man

And all of these bad B's still on man?

Went jail, touched road, got fans

And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang

Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'

Even though we had Am'

Four door, catchin' feels with gang

Semi-automatic drill on man