"Frames" lyrics
(Is this a Swifta beat?)
Yo, J, when you droppin'?
The only thing I'm droppin' is frames
I lied if I told you I don't play games
They're the usual suspects, I won't name names
Ollie, Aaron, Kevin, Dwayne
Name them names, I lied again
Yeah, switch it up
Man know I stand for the truth, so I had to go against the grain
But I'm a man of truth, you know
I don't change when I'm in this booth, you know
Rude boy, I just aim and shoot, you know
I'm OP like Behzinga's yute, you know
I got this lens from a car boot, you know
I tailored the shorts for my tracksuit, you know
BadmanOnline, watch him produce, you know
Even if you watch him on mute, you know
Turn the clocks back, all the mandem smell like crack
All the mandem smell like the trap, stale
I'm washed but still tapped, trapped
And I remember that smell, if I smell it again, it's a cry for help
Bring them on the road with me, do shows in the UK or 'cross the world
No lies, no exhaust, my Pokémon cards cost half of my Porsche
Not sure if the wife knows or not, 'cause if she finds out she'll file for divorce
Won't see me in the West end ravin', I'm in shorts, can't bothered with staff at the door
Try parr me? Of course I'm gonna course man up, rudeboy, that's par for the course
See me in South, couple times, on location with Sam Wise
And if you ever spot me in East, I'm wearin' Mains, eatin' Sides
Or Corteiz, lookin' all fly, notwoways, P45
With that ILLVZN bag, real shit, this ain't no hashtag ad
I grew up around young adults that had nothing going for themselves in life
Every day they wake up, playin' outside, knock man's door with a genuine smile
From drug use to physical abuse, these man seen it, day in, day out
Never knew there was anything else to life, but somehow, some of us found a way out
Now, I'm ventin' like I'm imposter, givin' homeless gift cards for Costa
Downloading sample packs from Gotcha, curatin' Grime MC FM roster
No filmin' for the YouTube watcher, no filmin' for the 'stay at home cotcher
Rudeboy, put that phone away, get to the stage cah man want rave
And I roll with ravers, downfloor bubblers, fuckin' up trainers
Not no fakers, lyrics all hummin', I'm only know chorus
I'm only know baitness, nah man, fuck that
You man are gemmin' it, phone in the air till the vibe's all dead, innit
Now man's breadin' 'bout pics for your Snap, pass me your phone, snap!
Chat, chat, chat, I can say anything right now, and rhyme that
Man wanna ask me where the grime's at, but they didn't click ticket link and buy that
Too late
Them man are two-faced
Don't ask me for a ticket, rudeboy, sold out
Don't ask me if another man sold out
Don't ask me for a Boy Better Know tee or Badman Online
Yeah, fam, sold out, in a flash
Man want freebies, 'gwan for that?
Who's gonna pay for trampoline park, or wifey's manicure with shellac?
In fact, why are man still askin' me to drop tunes? Wait, you must be confused
Bro you think I'm workin' for you? Nah
You pay ten pound a month, well, you ain't givin' me no ten pound a month
You gotta run this over two thousand times for me to see ten pound a month
About ten pound a month
Production is more than ten pound a month
Engineer costs more than ten pound a month
Studio? More than ten pound a month
Mixdown costs more than ten pound a month
Artwork costs more than ten pound a month
To get here, the electric charge I put into my car costs more than ten pound a month
Don't know when I'm gonna drop, maybe the day that I drop
Big up the crew that cop tickets to the show when they drop
Big up the crew that cop merchandise when it drops
Big up the crew that come to the rave, and get AirDrop
Mic drop
Serious
Yo, J, when you droppin'?
The only thing I'm droppin' is frames
I lied if I told you I don't play games
They're the usual suspects, I won't name names
Ollie, Aaron, Kevin, Dwayne
Name them names, I lied again
Yeah, switch it up
Man know I stand for the truth, so I had to go against the grain
But I'm a man of truth, you know
I don't change when I'm in this booth, you know
Rude boy, I just aim and shoot, you know
I'm OP like Behzinga's yute, you know
I got this lens from a car boot, you know
I tailored the shorts for my tracksuit, you know
BadmanOnline, watch him produce, you know
Even if you watch him on mute, you know
Turn the clocks back, all the mandem smell like crack
All the mandem smell like the trap, stale
I'm washed but still tapped, trapped
And I remember that smell, if I smell it again, it's a cry for help
Bring them on the road with me, do shows in the UK or 'cross the world
No lies, no exhaust, my Pokémon cards cost half of my Porsche
Not sure if the wife knows or not, 'cause if she finds out she'll file for divorce
Won't see me in the West end ravin', I'm in shorts, can't bothered with staff at the door
Try parr me? Of course I'm gonna course man up, rudeboy, that's par for the course
See me in South, couple times, on location with Sam Wise
And if you ever spot me in East, I'm wearin' Mains, eatin' Sides
Or Corteiz, lookin' all fly, notwoways, P45
With that ILLVZN bag, real shit, this ain't no hashtag ad
I grew up around young adults that had nothing going for themselves in life
Every day they wake up, playin' outside, knock man's door with a genuine smile
From drug use to physical abuse, these man seen it, day in, day out
Never knew there was anything else to life, but somehow, some of us found a way out
Now, I'm ventin' like I'm imposter, givin' homeless gift cards for Costa
Downloading sample packs from Gotcha, curatin' Grime MC FM roster
No filmin' for the YouTube watcher, no filmin' for the 'stay at home cotcher
Rudeboy, put that phone away, get to the stage cah man want rave
And I roll with ravers, downfloor bubblers, fuckin' up trainers
Not no fakers, lyrics all hummin', I'm only know chorus
I'm only know baitness, nah man, fuck that
You man are gemmin' it, phone in the air till the vibe's all dead, innit
Now man's breadin' 'bout pics for your Snap, pass me your phone, snap!
Chat, chat, chat, I can say anything right now, and rhyme that
Man wanna ask me where the grime's at, but they didn't click ticket link and buy that
Too late
Them man are two-faced
Don't ask me for a ticket, rudeboy, sold out
Don't ask me if another man sold out
Don't ask me for a Boy Better Know tee or Badman Online
Yeah, fam, sold out, in a flash
Man want freebies, 'gwan for that?
Who's gonna pay for trampoline park, or wifey's manicure with shellac?
In fact, why are man still askin' me to drop tunes? Wait, you must be confused
Bro you think I'm workin' for you? Nah
You pay ten pound a month, well, you ain't givin' me no ten pound a month
You gotta run this over two thousand times for me to see ten pound a month
About ten pound a month
Production is more than ten pound a month
Engineer costs more than ten pound a month
Studio? More than ten pound a month
Mixdown costs more than ten pound a month
Artwork costs more than ten pound a month
To get here, the electric charge I put into my car costs more than ten pound a month
Don't know when I'm gonna drop, maybe the day that I drop
Big up the crew that cop tickets to the show when they drop
Big up the crew that cop merchandise when it drops
Big up the crew that come to the rave, and get AirDrop
Mic drop
Serious
