50 Grand
Devlin, Skepta"50 Grand" is a song by Devlin, Skepta, released in 2015 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:37 long and contains 73 lines and 470 words.
Lyrics
0:1350 grand for my chain
0:15Quarter mil' for my whip
0:1710 mil' for my house
0:18I think that I'm gonna be sick
0:20It seems like every MC is about
0:22Loves telling the poor they're rich
0:23Then he wonders why they're getting rolled on
0:25When he wanna try and walk round in the bits
0:27This is real life no thrills hype
0:29On a reals it feels like
0:30I've been impaled on a steel spike
0:32But still fight for my girls
0:34And real guys in the real grind that write real rhymes
0:37It's the boy next door that kicked down doors
0:38And I'm back on an ill vibe
0:40Alright
0:41Twenty pounds on my weed
0:42Five pounds on my pint
0:44No swagger at all just me
0:46And I bet I can draw your wife
0:48Comply with anything please
0:49I'm gutter I'll do what I like
0:51I had a pipe dream in the grime scene
0:53Now I'm flying at withering heights
0:5550 grand for my chain
0:58Quarter mil' for my whip
1:0110 mil' for my house
1:08Alright
1:08Ten pounds for my cab
1:10Some cheap wine for this skank
1:12I'm streetwise you ain't fact
1:13I'll fleece guys you're getting wrapped
1:14Outside of the east side is where I'm at
1:17Where fiends lie and make traps
1:18For these sweet guys that flash
1:20But when it's beats time it ain't that
1:21Alright
1:22These times I'm in the lab with terms
1:24These guys are on a madness learn
1:25No peace signs I'm gonna stab this verse
1:27Just to kill it I'm able and willing
1:29Rep for the boys the kids and the women
1:30Tryna get by in the times that we live in
1:33Tryna make a life and a living
1:3650 grand for my chain
1:38That's not me
1:39Quarter mil' for my whip
1:42Skepta
1:4310 mil' for my house
1:46Trust me
1:48Yeah yeah
1:49I never had it made it saved it
1:51Spent it lost it gave it
1:53To people who needed it more than me
1:55Guys in the ends getting shanked for the p
1:56More time I'm tryna show man the vision
1:58But it's like man are still too poor to see
2:00So I let man do their ting
2:01I ain't judging anybody I don't wanna law degree
2:03You see the rap lifestyle if you wanna live
2:05Celebrities and the worthless riches
2:07I ain't saying I don't want to make money
2:08But right now I'm tryna do the right tings with it
2:10If I eat food eat food in my crew
2:11See me and Dev in a cinema near you
2:13And when I pull up to the premiere
2:15Don't ask why I ain't wearing a suit you're tired
2:1750 grand for my chain
2:20Quarter mil' for my whip
2:2410 mil' for my house
2:3050 grand for my chain
2:34Quarter mil' for my whip
2:3710 mil' for my house
50 grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 mil' for my house I think that I'm gonna be sick It seems like every MC is about Loves telling the poor they're rich Then he wonders why they're getting rolled on When he wanna try and walk round in the bits This is real life no thrills hype On a reals it feels like I've been impaled on a steel spike But still fight for my girls And real guys in the real grind that write real rhymes It's the boy next door that kicked down doors And I'm back on an ill vibe Alright Twenty pounds on my weed Five pounds on my pint No swagger at all just me And I bet I can draw your wife Comply with anything please I'm gutter I'll do what I like I had a pipe dream in the grime scene Now I'm flying at withering heights 50 grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 mil' for my house Alright Ten pounds for my cab Some cheap wine for this skank I'm streetwise you ain't fact I'll fleece guys you're getting wrapped Outside of the east side is where I'm at Where fiends lie and make traps For these sweet guys that flash But when it's beats time it ain't that Alright These times I'm in the lab with terms These guys are on a madness learn No peace signs I'm gonna stab this verse Just to kill it I'm able and willing Rep for the boys the kids and the women Tryna get by in the times that we live in Tryna make a life and a living 50 grand for my chain That's not me Quarter mil' for my whip Skepta 10 mil' for my house Trust me Yeah yeah I never had it made it saved it Spent it lost it gave it To people who needed it more than me Guys in the ends getting shanked for the p More time I'm tryna show man the vision But it's like man are still too poor to see So I let man do their ting I ain't judging anybody I don't wanna law degree You see the rap lifestyle if you wanna live Celebrities and the worthless riches I ain't saying I don't want to make money But right now I'm tryna do the right tings with it If I eat food eat food in my crew See me and Dev in a cinema near you And when I pull up to the premiere Don't ask why I ain't wearing a suit you're tired 50 grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 mil' for my house 50 grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 mil' for my house
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