On Man

[Intro]
This is a Melo beat
Moneyevery on the track

[Verse 1: Headie One]
.38 kick tryna hit man's head
I don’t even do MMA
How many times gang do it all bait?
Pigs tryna put the goons on telly
And they flew man down to a vet
Couple these dogs from some of these cats
Jump out gang, swingin' this mop
If not, man's still tryna do it with shank
Back hand grip with my black blade
How many times have I made man plank?
Opp boys see me in the flesh
And I swam ’em just cah their attitude stank
Still tell the young ones stay in school
But I'm still out 'ere spottin' drills, it's mad
Bro just scored, always firin'
Even started oilin' this pan
If I ain't score, I assist like Gerrard
I’ve done quite well down this flank
How Trident still on man
And all of these bad B’s still on man?
I already do this live in the streets
We ain't gotta do it on ’gram
Bro got sentenced, I told him 'ride this pigeon'
Do it and land

[Chorus: Headie One]
How's Trident still on man
And all of these bad B’s still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans
And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'
Even though we had Am'
Four door, catchin' feels with gang
Semi-automatic drill on man
How's Trident still on man
And all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans
And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'
Even though we had Am'
Four door, catchin' feels with gang
Semi-automatic drill on man

[Verse 2: RV]
Spent five bills on a sawn off dots
Can't complain, that's cheap and chearful
Passenger side of my best friend's ride
Tryna aim at the side of the vehicle
I don't wanna miss, tell bro "slow down, be careful"
From a young boy like NBA
Been tryna score points, no air balls
Been in the field in Tottenham
Since that kit was made by Kappa
Trident had me in jail
While you was getting turfed by girls in Nappa
Probation got me on license
Told me I'm violent, talking 'bout mapper
I don't about them things there
Last time I checked, I'm just a rapper
Got the drop, I was wanted by feds
They were onto me and my guys
So I just went on the run, like Jay Z and his wife
Got nicked for a skeng and an AM
No evidence at the scene of the crime
Hit that interview room and I say "no comment"
I don't need legal advice

[Chorus: Headie One]
How's Trident still on man
And all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans
And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'
Even though we had Am'
Four door, catchin' feels with gang
Semi-automatic drill on man
How's Trident still on man
And all of these bad B's still on man?
Went jail, touched road, got fans
And all now they're claimin' they're still on gang
Five years ago, tryna turn man Am'
Even though we had Am'
Four door, catchin' feels with gang
Semi-automatic drill on man