Youngs Teflon - GMO lyrics

[Verse 1: Wretch 32] New flow, ayy, yeah Baby Skye, come and give your dad a dance Cuh you love me for my future, not my shattered past And you trust me with your future, I'm a man at last So if I ever break a promise or it seems that I'm dishonest You can clap me in the forest in your camouflage, I'm playing Daddy's always playing like every day it's raining My son Skye on a cloudy day keep reigning Didn't nobody say this sh** would be smooth sailing Lately I've been in a mood It's like every day I hit the juice Then listen to another million tunes And hear about the feds are still k**ing youts It's funny how the bigger picture always gets the little views Imagine if a senior really tried to k** the kid in you Tried to put the lid on you Tried to stop the water that was flowing through your physical Man, I hope these critics eat their words till they're critical My first plan was just to make my first grand Now the rasta man wan' see my first grand- Child, I can hold it, I can teach it words and And every weekend I'll take the fam to Kervans cause I'm 32, only thing I'm missing is a wife I'm a workaholic, all I'm missing is the time I just want the qualities my mum brought to my life I want that old-fashioned woman with that new-fashioned type That's nice [Verse 2: Avelino] Yeah, let's go Keep it real, all those who keep it real Yeah, I don't give a f**, at least it's real Free Adidas without an Adidas deal All down to my aura, I just wanna know how Rita feel Can't lie, I never saw what we're becoming coming Just the other day, the exit looked so welcoming They want it for free until you wanna sell something That's why I look up to 3, cause he went on to sell something Mandem gotta be great, good enough is good for nothing Had bare girls, never fell in love, I stood for something This is their world, I know it never was, I wish it wasn't Ironic how we needed machines to push the bu*ton Now we've got technology I'mma get a rap verse in an anthology I'mma be the one they wanna be, I won't call them wannabes If I wasn't me, I'm the one I'd wanna be Cause they got dead lines, I'll come through in time Meanwhile, I'm rapping 'bout emotions I ain't been through in time In my yard where family members ain't come through in time So I just locked myself away like I was doing time, yeah I know you felt 'em, I've got bars all day I wish I was around in F64 days What I'd do in a day'd take you 64 days Had mega drive back in N64 days [Verse 3: Youngs Teflon] Open conversation with brothers who used to bang out And we agree on always to get the gang out Normal travel at my shoes, can bring the fam out These rappers claim their circles tight, I'd rather stand out I was born for this ting, my six words, I'm Wretch Would've made my own Av, I'm no longer on the bench Attitude poor, I dress nice to cover up the stench I'm just a vision of these places that I went Getting pounds for my pence, was taught to stand tall I never sat on no fence, and when the sign said "no ball games" I hid eighths in the door frames Cause I was fed up of the poor games And Mummy smiled when she seen me on the TV now But I'm just an IC3, wow Got stopped the other day on the mains by some feds dressed plain And somebody drove past playing my CD loud You wanna see 'em right now, I'm kind of feeling Wanted to hold me down but I don't want no ceilings They're tryna find a meaning, I'm just tryna find a reason Nowadays I love my own company, it's just the season I said "I really want some kids" She said "you're still acting like a kid" But I just wanna feel alive Cause now these kids are k**ing kids