"Many" lyrics
Don't put the tens where the twenty's are
The streets left me with so many scars
Yeah
Damn, I'm so East End
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pretend
Right now, I feel to turn up on the weekend
And if I had one wish, I just wish I wouldn't be them
Did-Did it off my own back, I didn't need friends
Really comin' from the bottom at the deep end
And they're lowkey tellin 'me I got some mean friends
All because they shot grub and go and beat skengs
Do road, free the killys, soon home
All this he say, she say, but really, who knows?
I was ambition from days in a school clothe
Been tryna find ways, searchin' through the loopholes
My south ting don't do it like my ting from [?]
She just love makin' noise, don't care if the room's closed
Any time I hit the curb, feds say my tunes cold
And I hate the new twenty's due to the new folds
Don't put the tens where the twenty's are
Remember lookin' through the penny jar
PTSD, the streets left me with so many scars
Lot of man said they ain't fake, but many are
Many do this and many do that
Many men talk things, many men talk wass
'Round here, if a man talk, men talk facts
I ain't got time for the bullshit and cap
I ain't got time for the fictional raps
LV the jumper, kicks just to match
I remember broke days just sittin' in the flats
Dreamin' 'bout a plug, puutin' bricks up on the slabs, still fiddlin' with taps
But-but-but, I'm still up on some G shit
Nowadays, songs the only things that's remixed
Just in case the feds listen and I mean it, huh
I mean it, darg, I really mean it
Con-conspiracy gang, goin' jail weren't the plan
They need to free all the man, I can't wait 'til they land
Couple man fightin' new cases, [?] sheet longer than two pages
Music got me seein' new places
And I don't care about a new status
Balenciaga socks, I ain't feelin' new laces
Same men around me, there ain't no new faces, no new faces (It's 20)
Don't put the tens where the twenty's are
Remember lookin' through the penny jar
PTSD, the streets left me with so many scars
Lot of man said they ain't fake, but many are
Many do this and many do that
Many men talk things, many men talk wass
'Round here, if a man talk, men talk facts
I ain't got time for the bullshit and cap
The streets left me with so many scars
Yeah
Damn, I'm so East End
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't pretend
Right now, I feel to turn up on the weekend
And if I had one wish, I just wish I wouldn't be them
Did-Did it off my own back, I didn't need friends
Really comin' from the bottom at the deep end
And they're lowkey tellin 'me I got some mean friends
All because they shot grub and go and beat skengs
Do road, free the killys, soon home
All this he say, she say, but really, who knows?
I was ambition from days in a school clothe
Been tryna find ways, searchin' through the loopholes
My south ting don't do it like my ting from [?]
She just love makin' noise, don't care if the room's closed
Any time I hit the curb, feds say my tunes cold
And I hate the new twenty's due to the new folds
Don't put the tens where the twenty's are
Remember lookin' through the penny jar
PTSD, the streets left me with so many scars
Lot of man said they ain't fake, but many are
Many do this and many do that
Many men talk things, many men talk wass
'Round here, if a man talk, men talk facts
I ain't got time for the bullshit and cap
I ain't got time for the fictional raps
LV the jumper, kicks just to match
I remember broke days just sittin' in the flats
Dreamin' 'bout a plug, puutin' bricks up on the slabs, still fiddlin' with taps
But-but-but, I'm still up on some G shit
Nowadays, songs the only things that's remixed
Just in case the feds listen and I mean it, huh
I mean it, darg, I really mean it
Con-conspiracy gang, goin' jail weren't the plan
They need to free all the man, I can't wait 'til they land
Couple man fightin' new cases, [?] sheet longer than two pages
Music got me seein' new places
And I don't care about a new status
Balenciaga socks, I ain't feelin' new laces
Same men around me, there ain't no new faces, no new faces (It's 20)
Don't put the tens where the twenty's are
Remember lookin' through the penny jar
PTSD, the streets left me with so many scars
Lot of man said they ain't fake, but many are
Many do this and many do that
Many men talk things, many men talk wass
'Round here, if a man talk, men talk facts
I ain't got time for the bullshit and cap
Writer(s): Jamal Saeed Small, Finn Wigan
