Rude Boy

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
I've been through hell and back, selling crack in these depressing flats
With a weapon that were cheap, because the deaded man would ease
I remember back then even though my memory's bad
I ain't forgetting that
Dat all on my Reeboks, cocoa and that cheap pot
Popo don't wanna ease up, I'm a no-showing police snuck
Back door or window, catch me? I don't think so
I don't know what you've been told, but (rudeboy)

[Hook: Ghetts]
Hear me nah, hear me nah, I'm well known in my area
In my area I'm well-known, 6'1", twelve stone
GH, J Clarke, I set pace, you take part
Braveheart to the motherfucking graveyard

[Link: Majestic]
Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Rude boy, boy, rude boy
Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

[Verse 2: Ghetts]
I've been through hell and back, so when I'm round friends I brag (about)
The things I never had (around), my first crimes were snatching leather bags (in town)
I was never bad, then there was an effect that peer pressure had
I ain't forgetting that
Front line in that corner, before gun crime was the norma
Was front line with a bora, mum crying I'm out of order
Telling me I'm like my dad was, I just wanted a better status
So I could leave my bike there with no padlock, back when I never had an alias

[Hook]

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[Outro: Ghetts x2]
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier
Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier