[Intro: Jammz]
Yeah, yeah
FIlthy Gears
Filthy Features, trust me
And this one is super exclusive
I bet you're thinking "why's he spitting on his own tune? On Filthy Gears' EP?"
Oi, fuck it, listen to this, yeah?
Oi, hail up Filthy
(Filthy Gears)
[Hook: Jammz]
What'd you know about sitting in the ends, ends?
Ends, chilling with no dough, dough
Watching the money coming in slow, slow
Don's telling me "go back", but I won't go
What'd you know about sitting in the ends, ends?
Ends, chilling with no dough, dough
Watching the money coming in slow, slow
Don's telling me "go back", but I won't go
What'd you know about sitting in the ends, ends?
Ends, chilling with no dough, dough
Watching the money coming in slow, slow
Don's telling me "go back", but I won't go
What'd you know about sitting in the ends, ends?
Ends, chilling with no dough, dough
Watching the money coming in slow, slow
Don's telling me "go back", but I won't
[Verse: Jammz]
What'd you know about sitting in the ends with no dough
Pissed cuh money's coming in so slow?
Thinking "should I go back to my old job?"
But the pride in me is telling me don't go
I'm already in too deep, I've gotta go slow
I ain't tryna keep still for a year
I just wanna raise the bar like it's a pole vault
So I get a shot at the top like it's a goal post
I couldn't ever go back there, it's a no-go
I'd much rather struggle on my ones
I'm a wizard with the dough, go so potter for the paper
I've never been a muggle for the funds
Brain in my head works, never been a dunce
[?] works like a V6 so
Prep to show donnies that I've never been a cunt
Can't visualise the picture? Get a photo
I'm just tryna make money so when I grow old
Don, I ain't gotta worry 'bout nuttin'
'Cept for the two two bones in my mutton
Cyan't ever tell me I don't know struggle
When the fact of the matter is I came from nuttin'
Man wanna sing some gassed up tune by Drake
But they're lying, they ain't left the bottom
Man are still slaves, they ain't left the button
It's real in the field, dons got a slave mentality
But they wanna act like bosses
Tell a man shut your mout, cut your losses
Better off spending time going back to your yard
To play a game of noughts and crosses
Ain't big just cause your Instagram's popping
Big man, stop it
Still preaching about funds
But both ways, they can't see profits
Cuh man haffi chill out a bit
Get a Riz out and sit down and bill out a spliff
Tek two draws, mek your head spin out a bit
Man's sick out, some man are saying "allow your shit"
Just chill, I don't wanna bring out the ting
And get shift, tell 'em haffi go and sit down a bit
To hear my don saying free him out the ting
Tell a man drop out the attitude ting
Take time, tell a man sit down a bit
Everybody know that he ain't big out the ting
Man ah flip out and rip out the shit out your wig
For the gas talk, man are getting kick out the bits
Make a man spin out and dip out the ring
Wait, let me borrow this flow from Mez
Cuh if you're saying you're a shooter but you don't shoot
Then I might haffi dig out your chick
So wait, chill out, relax, man are chatting like
Say they're gonna back out the strap
Saying clap out the back out of somebody's back
Tell a wasteman fall back with all of that
Don't wanna get hotted up and dash out the flats
Chatting like say you wouldn't run out the back
Tell man again, chill out, relax
But he's coming like say he didn't run out of gas
If it's gas then you soon run out of that
When I come through, man are getting flung out the gaff
When I bug out, it's long out, I'll rub out your gang
You don't wanna get liff, chuck out the van
Tell man again, chill out, relax
If I dig out your wife, you can't call her back
I already know that, you don't want all of that
Slap an MC like fuck all of that
You get me?
Oi, Darren, stop that, cuz
