Dats Dead - Safone, Trilla, Bomba B

Dats dead

Front then talk to the feds:

Dats dead

Two-five-O for a zed:

Dats dead

Gyal try holla on the regs:

Dats dead

Rolex and no bread:

Dats dead

Your shit bars on a set:

Dats dead

Talking hard on the web:

Dats dead

Get these bars in your head:

Dats dead, fam dats dead, blud dats dead

Two phones with no cred:

Dats dead

Girlfriend when you’re in pen:

Dats dead

Nought-point-five on a ten:

Dats dead

Send me the

Blud dats dead

Man haggle with me to come better with the price

Then he come short with the bread:

Dats dead

I ain’t got time for no funny guys

If you ain’t rocking with the set

Dats dead

Dead, that’s dead-out

Catch me where the gyaldem deb out

SafDoneDis life guaranteed sell out

Don’t go hard then get out

FaceTime me off-guard get a bell out

Ain’t jumped in my car:

Dats dead

Ain’t been to my yard:

Dats dead

And again

You don’t make money on the regs:

Dats dead

You ain’t got money for your rent:

Dats dead

Car but you ain’t got petty:

Dats dead

No money on your oyster:

Yeah dats dead

Like your iPhone battery

Yeah dats dead

No XBox or a PS:

Dats dead

Heard that you don’t Stay Fresh:

Dats dead

You ain’t got a F on your chest:

Dats dudders

Me and the menzdem have got a bag of colours

Got it for the gyaldem, got it for the brothers

S-Gang the best gang, dead any others

Manna got a StayFresh mug for your mothers

Manna got a StayFresh range for the summers

When it comes to making paper, we love it

More than music, couple man are gunners

You don’t want none of, cah

Claim that you trap but you’re broke:

Dats dead

Renting a car to stunt:

Dats dead

Fake gold chain 'round your neck:

Dats dead

Fake ice watch on your wrist:

Dats dead

Fake earrings in your ears:

Dats dead

Fake DJ can’t mix:

Dats dead (Dats fake)

Dats dead (Dats fake)

Dats dead

But that girl gives very good head

No girl can’t holla at me on her red

Unless she wants to give man head

Basically, yeah that’s what I said

And if she ain’t on that:

Dats dead

Dats dead, Dats dead, Dats dead

Knowledge, brain

You know that’s head

Brain, knowledge

Come give me some then

And if it ain’t that I’m not interested

Shotta, but you got no weed:

Dats dead

Shotta, but you got no P:

Dats dead

What you think man just MC?

Dats dead

I got yutes you don’t see

Dats dead

Said you’re a cropper, show me your ched

This ain’t ched:

Nah dats dead

«Yeah it is»

What it’s alright for the night, but in broad daylight:

Nah dats dead

Nah dats dead

That can’t be done

Who wants a clash that can’t be won?

Them MC’s been spitting for years

Through blood, sweat and tears and that can’t be fun

You gotta get your brand on lock

You gotta get your shit boxed off

Or dats dead

You gotta make your shit pop off

And you gotta save most of the prof

Or dats dead