J Spades - Know Dat lyrics

[Intro: J Spades] Why get money on your own When you can get money with your team And get rich together, you know It's the head n***a in charge It's my third year And I am the talk in these streets [Chorus: J Spades] We're the real talk in these streets We put London on the map I don't roll with no police Rather roll around with my strap Any n***a snitching in my ends haffi leave And can't come back And all my n***as, and all my n***as And all my n***as know dat In the summertime when the sun ah shine And all my gyaldem look hot Got a down b**h, if she's down with it Might grow some weed in her flat Gal tell me seh she loves me And I tell them I love them back And all my galdem, and all my galdem And all my galdem know dat [Verse 1: J Spades] Nothing worse than a drought, there's nothing about And you're selling them Z's, 800 an ounce n***as like me hear that (click, clack) Run in your house Since my n***as run up for real You, just run up your mouth. Stop it I need a half a box And get the next half on consignment (what you mean?) Ima pay for half And get the next half on consignment (like seen) Slide six months and I know dem man deh can't find me They won't let me blow So while I'm on the roads I stay grimey (stay grinding) Finesse that n***a Ain't nobody gonna stress me out Somebody gonna stress that n***a Cause when we left that n***a Half a brick dun left that n***a But they've been getting money for a long time That's just a little setback n***a [Chorus] [Verse 2: Snap Capone] Snap Capone the black Mussolini Got crack in the bottle n***a no genie 357 when man's stepping Remix the brick then ima sell it I'm counting up this money thinking 'f** the plug' I run up with a brick of buj a nine of dubs Vivienne Westwood everything My West ting ten out of ten, Afghan h**n I stay looking fly in the name of d** n***as talking beef, but we know they're soft Finesse that strap, disarm that n***a I've got brick on con, and I ain't gon pay that n***a Snap Capone from that Southside n***as die when we ride Hollow tips in that G9 I'm on that Eastside of that London Fields n***a, sh**'s real n***a Skrrr skrrr in that Porsche n***a Headshot blood spill n***a Got a bad b popping pills n***a [Chorus]