Rag’n’Bone Man, Foreign Beggars — Standard
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Yeah, Ive been whipping up tracks on the lab
Long before Jack was a lad
More nicks in the back than- psst
African yutes get slaps off their dads
On the Rags, certain man build careers on the blags
That guy theres a one-hit wonder
Us men we done two bad tracks
Dont get axed
I sport that authentic stamp
Pest control signed off on that Bangzy
Swing bars till my wrist get cramped
Pass that Cali medicinal Danky
Us men are writs
Them man are dampeys
Since ’03, going on tanky
Nowadays, were up in the anti-purist game, all up in them panties
(ah) For the lash, king size bed, that punan gets mashed
You got cash? Talking trash
Layman brothers financial crash
Me and my clique bought stamps for gas
Watching them drift like its time lapse
When I bring my raps, its a fire trap
When you bring yours, wheres the fire rap?
Mythical
Rap ting
Man Ive been running that standard (standard)
You on a wack ting?
Man Ill be gunning that standard (standard)
Mad ting
How these brothers get far?
Weve been setting that charge
And we keep repping that standard
I go so ham, I go so in
I go hog roast, I go pint of gin
I go burning red in that hot sun
I bang the gong and Ill bang your mum
And I sing songs, I smash live
Never believe my own hype
And I did the dance, I done it well
And I trod the goats ’til my feet smell
Kick a stink up
Me and my fam got a link up
Put the rum in the glass and drink up
When Im back home
A greedy committee still running the city
No Jack Jones
Fuck, ten pound for that Tictac, I want bank loads
I done this and I done that
I aint a gangster, I dont tag toes
I grew up on Task Force
Skinnyman, Rodney and Roots Manuva
Floored away to Ny last week and I heard man bump dead plays in an Uber
And thats a beautiful thing
In a seemingly ugly world
Ill be treading through quicksand daily
But I finally found me a pearl
Rap ting
Man Ive been running that standard (standard)
You on a wack ting?
Man Ill be gunning that standard (standard)
Mad ting
How these brothers get far?
Weve been setting that charge
And we keep repping that standard
The stakes is high
But I have faith in life
Take my time, but I take these trials
Gotta base these odds gotta reach these heights
(reach these heights)
Gotta teach these youths, gotta open these minds, gotta break these chains
(break these chains)
Gotta earn these stripes, gotta respect the truth
I was given one life
I was given one purpose
See this scene seems clean at the surface
Nice sheen but to me its superfluous
I find gems ’cause I figure where the dirt is
Ten toes and Im livin’ life perfect
For now, Im sleeping in a furnace
Seen a lot of guys leaving in hearses
I was in church for the service
I was in court for the verdict
Now Im in the booth for the merkage
My whole lifes right there for these verses
See, my mind finds blesses in curses, stresses in murses
So I dont pet with these purses
Step with the definite purpose
Whether it was work or connection, my head is disturbance
Beggars will render you worthless
Rap ting
Man Ive been running that standard (standard)
You on a wack ting?
Man Ill be gunning that standard (standard)
Mad ting
How these brothers get far?
Weve been setting that charge
And we keep repping that standard
Rap ting
Man Ive been running that standard (standard)
You on a wack ting?
Man Ill be gunning that standard (standard)
Mad ting
How these brothers get far?
Weve been setting that charge
And we keep repping that standard
Running that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)
Gunning that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)
Running that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)
Gunning that standard (that standard, that standard, that standard)
