Mountain Dew

It’s like I’m on a cold, lonely road on my own
Got no-one with me
Man have just got peas, weed, clothes and my phone
Don’t know where I’m going
But tonight don’t think Imma go my home
So much going on in my head right now can’t chill and stay in my zone
It’s overly cold
You don’t know how many times my soldiers have rolled out
On tracks I go for the gold so Depzman’s running this bars ting no doubt
You best keep your jokes on the low
Round here there just ain’t nothing to joke ‘bout
Most time I roll on my own cah most man don’t show up an’ it goes down
And fucked as it sounds that’s just how things are in my home town
0121 nuff man are fake
That’s cool they’re the ones I don’t roll round
Man know me cah I flow well
And If you don’t like me oh well
Cos I ain’t goin’ nowhere fast
Fam if you didn’t know that then you know now
But the way that I spray my bars you can tell there’s pain in my heart
Been goin’ in hard straight from the start but they didn’t wanna rate man it’s a par
But now they praise me and I just laugh
Fam it’s funny how they’re up my arse
Ha, yeah it’s mad how things change
Trust me it’s insane
I remember chillin’ in rain
Now I got a SBTV in Spain
They say that I’m winning
But then I think about Shamz and it brings pain
My darg was too young to go
Real talk it’s too much to take in
But my dargs we’ll soon come to blow
And for you fam know we ain’t waitin’
Now it’s time to get that cake in
Fuck leaves it’s cash that we rake in
Gonna make it history in the makin’
Ain’t got time to wait on some pay ting
That’s just long
My family are workin’
Me chillin’ that’s just wrong
I used to wanna stay strapped up don
Now I want my stacks up long
Started back in the day just writing lyrics for fun
Now man are one of the best in my city
And now I’m writin’ lyrics for Brum
I ain’t got time to sit on my bum
Fam I gotta do this for my mum
And my dargs
Cah I want my real Gs out of that slum
But ay yo fam remember way back
When them man there didn’t wanna know fam
But now I’m doing my ting
Suddenly all of them man wanna know man
I’ve gotta do this ting for my old man
I’m tryna make my dad proud
And I won’t stop til I’ve got big shows
And I’m spittin’ in front of a mad crowd
Now other MCs better back down
Depz I’m creatin’ that mad sound
That mad sound
I’m like Margs comin’ from a mash town
Now I pick up the mic put the mash down
Used to eat up man like hash brown
But I ain’t tryna go back to the bin man have gone way too far for that now
So now I just do my ting
Like I had wings I flew right in
Growing up warring I grew right in
Don’t believe me ask my fam
Late nights crept my crew right in
With my brothers and a few nice tings
Nah you can’t bring your queen round me
She will get jacked cah we move like kings
Come to music I do my ting
Done it from day nah never gonna stop it
Them man there need to stop shottin’
Done it from day and they ain’t never got a profit
I’m danked up off the chest poppin’
Where’s the fag let me build another rocket
Man are sayin’ I’m due to blow up
Like puttin’ water in a plug socket
So I think fuck it
Might as well do me
Nah they don’t say Depzman ‘who’s he?’
They say Depzman’s a true G
And your wife says Depzman’s a cutie
Now you’re pissed off and you wanna slew me
But there ain’t a single thing you can do me
Pissed off and you wanna slew me
But there ain’t a single thing you can do me