JDZ Media - Elite Sessions lyrics

Intro: Fifth Set Goonz, Remtrex...JDZ. Ya get me? Play this sh** blud, this is the real sh** - play it and send it 'round to everyone And if you don't do that blud, s** your f**in' mum, blud! Ya' don't like that?! Verse 1 : Listen, real n***as, bare are locked, and I can't wait until mines is free And when it comes to that status wise, you done know that mines is G Certain man love to buy out the place so I guess, we're living in times of greed But how can you not, look after your own brethren, when they are in times of need? From day one my lines been peak, you know them ones that ring 24/7 So I've been raising grimey teens and some real hood goons, rhyming beats My set is known for grinding, jheez, and we're known for firing heats But nowadays I just wanna get rich and be able to live my life in peace But there's always colliding beef, all old sh** that catches up And I don't wanna ride life in jail, so don't cross my line and get blasted up! I've been sentenced two different times, both of them times I got ratted up One of them snitches died, I guess he couldn't handle life, after I stabbed him up! But I don't wish d**h on no-one, because that's the place of no return In jail mandem get much worse for criminals, that's where you go to learn Kick back with n***as next ends, you talk bare sh**, and smoke a burn I remember when I got f**ed off the black mamba, it had me feeling like I smoked on sherm Anyway f** jail back to the roads now, where everyone thinks they're rich Only problem no-one's realized... real money is legit Real money is being able to buy that house, when you get them pounds up Without the feds, comin' and sayin', "You gotta give them pounds up!" My name's Remtrex I'm around thugs, time to expose some clown thugs Ones that chat, everything they know, to a ho, they need to fix themselves up These girls don't do nothing but mix up, they just go around and tell stuff And they tell and they tell and they tell stuff, in fact they don't do nothing but tell stuff! And they go and tell their town stuff, and then they go and tell their man Then the man goes and tells his fam, and one of the fam goes and tells their gang Everybody chats, way too much nowadays and that's something that I can't stand And everyone needs to stop f**in' chatting, and go and make some grands! Midtro: Goonlife, coming out, August, ITunes! Verse 2 : Or go and make some plans, and put time into something real Everybody watches everybody's business, too much like it's some big deal Nowadays I just want all the money, 'cah I want something real And I'd rather starve, and save that paper, then after that have some big meal Cause them spenders they can laugh now, and 'nuff stackers we wall off later Money, can make money, and money...all I want is paper! And f** a hater, and a thugged-out life, you know I live it The only sad thing about what I just said, that it's real-talk, not just lyrics! Hoes wanna give it, but they've been around, so I don't want none I don't want none of that dirty p**y or that dirty throat that's been filled with cum I just want mon - to the - ey, and I've been like this, ever since knee-height And if, you don't know where I'm from, Highgate, B5! We get watched by the five-o, so we gotta lie low But feds can't track me cause I use old-school Nokias, and not IPhones And life's real hard 'round my roads, so don't keep your mouth open and your eyes closed Keep your mouth SHUT! And your eyes open! And you will not get your mind BLOWN! In [?}​​ I roll, and Southacre's my grove The only thing man ever smoked was weed, nothing could ever go up my nose My friends have got beef with my friends and there's so much politics 'round my zone! (Real Talk!) And when I see my foes, I just creep from the dark or a side-road! Like RM, and hold-tight Remz The feds are on us so we can't roll strapped, we just have them scattered in parts of the ends! You know that easy access to grab them, ready for use, for my mandem And when outsiders, come in the ends blud, I just tell the youngers, "Go have them!". (Go 'ave 'em!) Shoot or stab them, this gangster life I can't stop now... I'm fresh outta jail, so you money-makers better watch out 'Cah moving digey', when I was locked no-one come see me J-Force come out of Jail and was sending me P, so much that it got silly! 'Cah my mens too real for really, and "f** that" is my right-hand man The feds are always kidnapping my n***as, that is one thing that I can't stand One of my friends come out, and two go in, that is something that I can't stand And I've been in so many UK Jails that I've got links all over the land; all over the place! Them REAL n***as that will show you aggy! From London; to Liverpool, and Notts' to Bristol, and also Manny! If there's sh** in Brum' go Liverpool, and come back with a tool that's scabby And I'm sellin' now, cause I wanna get rich, and before I was selling to feed my family! And everyone tells me I gotta stop this...but I fell in love with that block-sh**! You know that life-on-top sh** I live that followed-by-cop sh** When I was young, I looked up to man But I seem them now, and they're on some flop-sh** And everyone's like, "Remtrex is hard!", because I write real bars no gay-a** pop sh**! And I write nothing but truth, I don't got time to get close to a girl because I realised they ain't nothing but loose... (f** them girls!) I live a fast life, but I wanna get it on nothing but cruise And nowadays roads is full of nothing but dudes And I wanna stay free, so when I see feds, I ain't got time to do nothing but move! I'm considered dangerous; so I can't get pulled by a normal cop... What you know about helicopters and armed response...just for a normal stop! f**ing hell! I can't take this! I guess I got...caught up in the Matrix And I may talk to man, from different bits, but I will not switch, I will always stay FIFTH! Outro: Ya get me? Goonlife, comin out blud, August, ITunes, cop that! If you don't buy it and send it 'round, s** your mum blud! Done know blud! DICKHEAD!