Not That Deep (feat. Solo 45, Big Narstie, P Money, JME) - Remix

Lyrics

See me on the road with my bros, feds can't make man talk
 Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab, couple man made me walk
 Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick, couple man paid me short
 Caught him in West, he was tryna buy some creps, beat him up in JD Sports
 Hey, same old shit, in guns we trust
 More alcohol, all guns or bust
 Just had coke sniffed off my cock, but I don't even sniff
 I touch those that can't be touched
 You dream of whores that I done fucked
 Check your bank balance, I know it's 0, bruv
 You're lucky that it ain't that deep
 Tell them groupies to grab their things because I'm deady ready
 Off-license for vodka, you know already
 Birds with massive tits, man had hit already
 God down south, yeah can park off a semi
 So wasted, Yogi man, come and get me
 Tried to get home, but my legs won't let me
 Life's so good, man I want more Henny
 I told them I used to store [?] shotguns in my bed
 Tune with [?], flood the streets, Trident must still hate me
 The old boys had me spray cribs, and now bricks for nice beats
 I love it, you heard me
 I'd rather gangbang than beat
 45, Boy Better Know bruv
 Can't lie, it's been a good year for the kid
 Your postcode don't make you a gangster
 You're not bad, your area is
 Base
 I tried to ride my wave
 I tried to hold my meds
 Needed the food, told my G I'm hungry ledge, come we go Greggs?
 Order the food two sausage rolls and a steak bake, sausage and beans what's next?
 Wanted a sandwich but this fat bitch tried tell man that she ain't got no bread
 Get me mad, autogas
 Fuck up everyone in Greggs
 Kick 'em with the doughnuts and the yum yums
 Nothing in this shop is blessed
 Yeah I'm from south but mandem know
 I'm mad in my Birmingham head
 This boy's flow, woah, that is totally effed
 Dem man are bread, baguettes, I'm a bloomer
 Haven't these mandem know this yet?
 Nanu nanu, Mork and Mindy, way up there
 Sci-fi, like Babylon 5, man know that I shit on guys
 Beam me up Scotty, down here's dead, they ain't got no more vibe
 Spliff in the club, what d'you mean I can't smoke?
 Drink in my cup, what d'you mean I can't cope?
 Bun down the dance then I send man home
 You can check my bros
 Yo, see me on the road with my bros
 Feds couldn't make me chat
 Never had a whip, never had Ps for a cab
 Man never gave me jack
 Then I hit a lick, gave man food on the tick
 And man never paid me back
 Caught him in East, he was tryna cop something cheap
 Beat him up in TK Maxx
 Mess with the fam, I'll go jail for my brother like I'm Scofield
 You better change that tone still
 Pulling out tools, this is a real ting, this is no drill
 Real ting, this is no drill
 One girl said "why don't you work with artists?"
 That brudda there's got no jewels
 Someone tell him, this is only healthy bredding
 Bitch, I'mma do it like wholemeal, shut ya mout
 Because your team's wack
 Couldn't even get me on a loan deal
 Man are like fam, P, man that bread line's mad
 I just got it, that's cold still, can't tell me jack
 Stab who in the back? Get the blood and your flow spilled, man don't wanna clash
 Man wanna go back to back, 4 wheels on a man, that's roadkill, mad
 Mad, man can't text me again, tryna make dark skin sexy again
 It's mad, man can't text me again, tryna make dark skin-
 When I write bars, I'm like an OG in jail cause man start panic when I buss out the pen
 Me and P still here, you left then came back fam, you'll duss out again
 Violations, not today rude girl, fall back, go suck out your friend
 You just tested the leng, serious, please don't vex me again
 Mad, everybody thinks they're bad, trigger fingers on YouTube and that
 When man used to wear them Fisher Price skates
 Is the only time that you roll with a strap, sad
 Mandem gone mad, I'm not on this designer fad
 Won't see me spend a bag on their LV bag
 Won't spend a bag on their MCM bag
 Fam, if you've got beef with the man, back it up, don't just talk, Ps in the bank
 Make sure you are the Dan at stacking up paper or you will need a plan
 Do not listen to man that's wrapping up more of them scores, he don't understand
 If he thinks he's nang, man will slap him up for them thoughts
 Blam!
 Walk in the rave with a smile on my face
 Yeah man I got a few racks on me
 Worm came through, don't ask what you pay
 Tell man straight that a strap's not cheap
 Light up my set then I'm out of the rave
 Waiting around, nah that's not me
 I got caught in the club with a slut
 Tell my girl that it's not that deep
 It's not that deep

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Song Details

Duration
03:39
Key
11
Tempo
140 BPM

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