Charades - Headie One, Fred again..

Yo Fred, been dealin' with a few situations out 'ere man

But, I’m just sorting it all out, that’s why I’ve been a bit quiet

And then… yeah, I’m active again

You say One

Headie, One

Headie, One (One)

Headie, One

One

Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car

Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are

Them man ain’t really got no arms

It come like they just been foldin' their arms

It come like man been playin' Charades

The way man talk with them arms

One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I’m recordin' in France

They talk like they are

(Turn, turn, turn

Told me turn

They told me turn)

All I know is money and beef

Don’t think I left it all in the past

How these opp boys say they want beef

But they ain’t got bread, that’s all in their arse

All my young boys like ten or nine

Guess they all wanna chart

Skengs, Rambos, flickys

We got them all in the car

How many man have the gangdem got?

How many time man do it all bait on the mains?

Go wish that man’s not hot

Still do it in a coat like Big Shaq got

Just done it in my hoody

Four door swervin', no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)

I hope I ain’t got 'bout the judge, no Judy

Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car

Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are

Them man ain’t really got no arms

It come like they just been foldin' their arms

It come like man been playin' Charades

The way man talk with them arms

One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I’m recordin' in France

Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car

Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are

Them man ain’t really got no arms

It come like they just been foldin' their arms

It come like man been playin' Charades

The way man talk with them arms

One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I’m recordin' in France

(Turn-turn-turn)

All I know is money and beef

Don’t think I left it all in the past

Them man there different to ours

Couldn’t see them, we leave them to last

My young boy was slackin' in the T

I just gave him a kick up the arse

Focus, workrate, progress

Put in that work then he’s up

How many man have the gangdem got?

How much residue in my pot?

How much pressure did we put on opps?

How many times did we out the lot?

Feds tryna find my spot

Man tryna right my wrongs

So I just write a song

Two bad B’s in the seat, me in the middle

Two Rambo’s, symmetry, me in the middle

Rose gold with the VV’s in the middle

D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle

I know feds hate to see me winnin'

They just wanna see me in the system

All of those times it was, now we litty

Cah my Laurent from I be able to

Two bad B’s in the seat, me in the middle

Two Rambo’s, symmetry, me in the middle

Rose gold with the VV’s in the middle

D&G, had to throw Amiri jeans in the middle

I just done it in my hoody

Four door swervin', no A Boogie (Turn-turn-turn-turn)

I hope I ain’t got 'bout the judge, no Judy

Ballys and hoodies, not phones in the car

Them man ain’t on but they talk like they are

Them man ain’t really got no arms

It come like they just been foldin' their arms

It come like man been playin' Charades

The way man talk with them arms

One day, I’m in the hood tryna pattern up shh

Next day, I’m recordin' in France

Talk like they are

Foldin' their arms

One

Talk with them arms