A Roadman's Hymn Lyrics - Made In The Manor - Kano

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Oh 

Over this east side, yeah, that's the settings 

Work all day just for toast and spaghetti 

Kids outside on road BMXing 

And see drug dealers roll up 

So who they wanna be like? Chaps chain gold 

Avirex jacket and a GTI Golf 

Brown skin beauty and a pocket full of dough 

And a presidential Roley frozen 

So please don't ever act like you know man 

If you ain't from round here, we don't spot no hand 

Wonder why we worship cars and clothes, man 

We don't own land so we're stuck in no man's 

And gangsters are like superheroes to us 

More chance of being them than a lawyer or doc 

Idris lived one road away, what's the odds? 

That's two black youts going straight to the top 

Still repping that east side, fuck your perception 

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First class and five stars, hood up for breakfast 

Claridge's for tea, don't be disrespect it 

A hymn for the streets, let the hood niggas sing it like 

Take off 

Watch the mandem aim for the top 

Champagne for the pain and Cîroc 

Gotta keep a roadman safe on that block 

All night we dream of that life 

All night we prepped for this fight 

And to my dargs that hold me down 

More life, more life 

Please free the mandem that's locked up 

I ain't saying that they never fucked up 

But where is forgiveness? 

Please free the mandem that's locked up 

I ain't saying that they never fucked up 

But where is forgiveness? 

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I remember when Bruno had the Punto and Manoor had the Civic 

Had to twang a bouncer to get in when I was spitting 

Always had the vision that one day it would be different 

Nas told a brother it was written 

Champagne sipping, pan fry two fishes 

Used to go Yankees for £1 chicken 

Youts see me on road and fear uplifted 

Yeah, I'm still about these aimless lyrics, blud, I live it 

I see 'nough man get caught up in the system 

Yet mandem sell drugs but mandem know business 

The man that steals cars, that man there could fix it 

If I didn't spit bars, could be behind them in the prison 

Tell a kid he won't be shit, he won't be shit 

I tell a kid like Will told me, "you'll make Ps, kid" 

And when that cheque came, I was with Smithy up in Camden 

Then we popped champagne with my mumzy in East Ham 

Fuck about, we celebrate 

Take off 

Watch the mandem aim for the top 

Champagne for the pain and Cîroc 

Gotta keep a roadman safe on that block 

All night we dream of that life 

All night we prepped for this fight 

And to my dargs that hold me down 

More life, more life 

Please free the mandem that's locked up 

I ain't saying that they never fucked up 

But where is forgiveness? 

Please free the mandem that's locked up 

I ain't saying that they never fucked up 

But where is forgiveness? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Oh 

It's on top right now 

Cause I got my whole city turned up right now 

Champagne for the pain and Cîroc right now 

The mandem are way up right now, stay up right now 

Smithy looks about 300k up right now 

The smile on the kids says it's blatant right now 

Jordan's doing amazing right now 

You know that means some motherfuckers hating right now 

Gotta stop the sharking and the snaking right now 

A hymn for the streets, niggas praying right now 

Can I get a amen right now? 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Oh 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

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