Progression - Blade Brown, LD

Yeah

I got money that I never seen, I call that progression

I beat a case and another one, I call that a blessing

Heard that they’re plotting on niggas now, teach 'em a lesson

I know they’re praying I fall off, I know it’s depressing

That won’t happen never, sorry mate

Twenty suttin’s in the lorry mate

Do you get me?

Does it correlate?

What’s your order?

I’ll accomodate

And I can talk it 'cause I back it

This is fully automatic

Little suttin' for the static

But they ain’t even in my bracket

And I got drillers with me, I got trappers with me and they juggin' 'till the

night done

Pretty diva, I just piped one

I’ma spoil her if she the right one

I told theses rappers, «yeah, the hype’s fun»

But stack some bread for when the hype’s done

Seven figures, that’s the right sum

They wanna sign it then I might run

And niggas saying I don’t rap enough

I just tell 'em, you don’t trap enough

I can talk it, I can back it up

Your missus buss it and she back it up

Yeah, I don’t know 'bout all this rapping stuff

These little rappers better pattern up

Furthermore, just get your brackets up

Mmhm

Fresh for them, you know

Walked off the wing, ten quid straight

No messing, big racks, big waps, alla dat

Still pulling up on them, mmhm, ay

I might just sell man his verse and make a yearly salary

That’s why these trappers be mad at me

True say, they know I’m a booter, the realist in drill, there’s no one as gang

as me

Who you know shell out the opps and go shell down the show in the morning so

casually?

Feds had me locked for conspiracy, I just walked out on bail so casually

Tell these labels don’t bother, unless there’s quarter milli in the offer

Me and bro united, we control the middle of the field like Matic and Pogba

Anytime I pull up, mazza, bang, I still make it beat like Gotcha

Man load up the car near Foster and kill a K Trap imposter

Still drill and cut

Hope he turn pack and just bill it up

No one in Lambeth as real as us

Niggas talk reckless, be gettin' touched

Can’t walk or roll with no blicky tucked

Main man so they want my Medusa cut, I ain’t slippin' up

Only rap nigga in the game still drillin', and that there’s nuttin' but big

facts

Car, crib and a watch, that’s big racks, LD and Blade, big wass

My niggas shoot at the opps, they just cry on the net and try come with some

diss tracks

We’ve got big waps, you’re new to this ting, boy, we been bad

Three thousand grams in the gym bag

Eighty five bags in the bin bag

(Six Gang)

I got money that I never seen

I beat a case and another one

Heard that they’re plotting on niggas now

I know they’re praying I fall off