Man Do Road Songtext
von Scrufizzer

Shoo
Serious

Ah, man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah, man do road
Yeah, man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah, man do road

Ah, man are grindin′g ayy
On a level, brother man, I'm climbin′, ayy
Paid in full, man are comin' like Mitch
They be like, "Fizzer, man, you're shinin′, ayy"
I don′t really care what Simon says
Blowin' up, yeah, it′s just timin', ayy


Big man, man are really sick of the fakes
I′m scared of snakes, I'm killin′ every python, ayy
Take time next time
Never accept lies, check why
Man are upset by this hype
Now I'm on sets, life checks right

Livin' my best life, it′s nice
Whippin′ an S-line, it's like
Manna got threats like next time
He be on ends like
I be comin′ for your brother
Better tell your mama Julia 'cause

Ah, man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah, man do road
Yeah, man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah man do road (serious)


BBK umbrella in my arms
Man see me on road and want garms
Tell man this ain′t how, but it's calm
Rude boy, put the cash in my palm
Dem way dere, I draw for my keys
Box in the boot, full up of my tees

Told them, "Ayo, fam, you know me"
Still hustlin′ for my food to eat
Dem way dere, man used to shot drugs
Man see me on road and want love
Tell man, "Ayo, fam you know us"
I got gangrene, Skeppy's got the puss
Same way dere, and now we're both dads
Still, when we′re on stage, they go mad
Grime MC, oh, yeah, we know that
Album straight knockout with no jabs

Man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah, man do road
Yeah, man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah, man do road

I know they wanna buy every lyric that I spit on the mic
Is a hype, I be bringin′ a vibe, I got a style
Not like everybody in grime, oh, yeah, alright
Never side with nobody I got God, you see

When I arrived, everybody would rate me on the sly
Telling guys I was cold and diss me on the mic
I was like, "You must be mad or really high"
When I skip another rhythm you know we're doing it nice like

Huh, big money man
Never beg nothin′ from no other man
Stop tellin' everybody that we got beef
When you see your opps, you do the running man
Real OG, I′m a top shutter, man
Black Ray-Bans, call me the stunner man

When you start doin' this ting
Everybody wanna phone up and holler man
Bah, bah, bah, bah (what?)

Man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah, man do road (that′s right)
Yeah, man do road
Tell a gyal man do road
I grind to get cash, so man do road
Nine to five, yeah, man do road

Shoo
Serious
Shoo
Serious