Letras
(Under Rated Legend)
(I want that old school Cadet man)
Aight, boom
Me I can't lie, man I ain't wrote bars in a minute
Man still phone my phone, like Cadet can you still kill it?
When they ask me dumb questions, I hang up, and can't help it
How you asking a black belt, if I still know my white belt shit?
Maybe where I'm from bro we do shit different
Those niggas you call (gangstas, gangstas), us niggas we call (bitches, bitches)
Ya I know why grime started, g'yea (yell) if you come from the E3
And those niggas you call legends, I can do them dirty on the easy
They know about me, they know about me, they know about me, they know
They know about me, they know about me, they know about me, they know
Keep that shit to yourself, don't play your tracks in my zone
I don't wanna airplay music like, "phone my phone, phone my phone"
Aight cool, aight let me get in my zone
Aight let me get a mad flow, come let a man know
Think you can get at man? Don't
One phone cal will get a man ghost
That's C-C-Cadet
Beat in a video post, my heart it was really on cold
He was on crud, until I put arms round him
Like I was lettin' man row, bro it's all good
When I said man could hang, it means that I was gettin' man roped
Ain't lettin' man go, this corn ain't coming with toast
For the bread, I was gettin' man toast
No better man know, deep shit and get a man choked
Talk greezy and get a man smoked, you out cold
I wanna put chains on the necks n', watch how I get a man frozes
Told man that I love him, cah hes always got my side
Asks about me before the music, had it with me all the time
Even when I'm doing deals, I had it wit' me on my grind
That's church road and ER, doing biz with my nine
Change up the flow, watch how I make it a show
They wanna know, if its got the swammy on him (oh yea)
But he never came here with corn, came in the bros
Quickly slid in here, its like man came with a com
Boy came in, Google browser ting