[Lyric] HUSH (Deyah)

Mum said hush no backchat
Chima can back that
I got a man we watch match of the day
Didn’t know when we matched
But match that
One in a mill man catch that
Damn manna are fine like a tax grab
2 2 duffels in a hatch back
I put 10 in the gas bag
Saving a 10 for
Nah man cap that snap back
I digress better clap back
Feds on my door got the wrong number
A lie never seen another bike, that’s fact
I saw two man stack then pack
One was white and the other one, white

I got a space at the back of the bank
Whip too bait as I move up the ranks
I don't care for the fame
Or the plaques
Or the back of the stage
I attack when I'm back on a wave
Jetlagged, never laxed
Never stays in my flat as I map out the day
White flag as I fight out this cage
No cake, but my candles I know them by flame
Certain celebs, yeah I know them by name
Couldn’t give a zed cuz I'm ghosting from fame
Post on the gram just to keep up in the game
It’s a tactic, now they getting on me to do TikTok
I don’t wanna tic-tac-toe but tic-tac-toe is a tactic
Bare like Tic Tacs
Bars like riffraff
June gets me lit back, so I have the pink batch
Lemonade with that
Ice for the slip man
Eyes on their tricks man
They say I'm a nightmare to market
You shouldn't be flipping …?…

[Chorus]
I go where I'm feeling to go (what you saying fam)
I don't stress, see how we go (no what you saying fam)
I go where I'm feeling to go (what you saying fam)
I know stress, see how we go (and what you saying fam)
I go where I'm feeling to go (...?...)
I don't stress, see how we go (...?...)
I go where I'm feeling to go (...?...)
I know stress, see how we go(...?...)

I had a flashback back when i flashed up the black cab
Grab dash, dashboard heat like a flat pan
Grab cash, cash fast
Fold up quick like a flat pack
Footage on the dashcam
Base on the trap mash
I’ve got an eye for the length of the backlash
Seen ten act fast
Waiting for a backstab
Used to the bruise from a wound
Now they swoon cuz they know that I rise like a phoenix
Imma double on you like Venus
Arenas jam packed
Straw can’t bury where the field is
Weedless when I get vexed, gal are fiending
Seedless fruit that I bare, revealing
Peanut size of my head when I'm sleeping, no dreaming
Needless to say I converse with my demons
And let them know they can go to hell where they’re needed, oh
[Chorus]
I go where I'm feeling to go (what you saying fam)
I don't stress, see how we go (no what you saying fam)
I go where I'm feeling to go (what you saying fam)
I know stress, see how we go (and what you saying fam)
I go where I'm feeling to go (...?...)
I don't stress, see how we go (...?...)
I go where I'm feeling to go (...?...)
I know stress, see how we go(...?...)