Intro:
Ha-ha-ha
The mad thing, mandem
Big up, safe
Come on then, wagwan
Bah...
Reload, reload, bruv
Enough, then
Chorus:
Feelin' like Devlin, just wanna be me
Was writing my lyrics in the grave shift
Feelin' like Devlin, city full of fiends
Life doesn't stop, time doesn't sleep
Couplet:
Стрибнув на рідім, як молодий Kano
Я по-чорному білий, я неначе Devlin
Music is bread, that's why am bakin'
Sober fresh mode, just ain't revelling
Feelin' like M Huncho, I got a black mask
I cover my soul, just relievin' my stress
They never know me, I'm colder than ice
More money for fam 'n' no utopia, man
And rеally, what choice do we all have?
Working that hard for my shit to today
Championship, I got to hustlе 'n' grime
Different always, now I am in the prime
North London, I am acclaimed like Dave
South sauce from Stormzy, stadium scale
East L like Skepta, shape scene of Ukraine
I wish it globally like Central Cee's fame
I do it from streets — Wiley, Giggs, Rascal
Foe spoofs like Brutus, Jamie Lannister
Irked, days and nights I rap way better
Fuck the pied pipers, a child left ghetto
Bud, Sweat and Beers and A Moving Picture
And The Devil In, the Outcast, itchy
Eyes for the Blind 'n' The James Devlin
Something in the Water, I did a fan-like
Chorus: (x2)
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Північ Полтави, цей холод застряг в мені
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
LH City Gang, на район впав холодний сніг
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Північ Полтави не Лондон, but also mad thing
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Нах' ваші респекти, let em' pagans grin
Couplet 2:
Been listenin' to it that changes strongly
Something in the cup, been seein' broadly
I want to forgive like Ruth Boatwright
But drill like Loski and Headie One
These yutes don't know who are dealing with
No money, no house, no grills, but rizz
I've been that one outside the shop
They've called me that, I kill 'em fo' sho'
Menna shake this scene, you get the flow
Like a parvenue on the biathlon
Criminy, close, I meant damn cops
Not ready for some, I take all lots
Fuck the UK, Europe, all the globe
So many slays, and rage and drugs
Mum's the word, boy ain't gonna lie
My family's a clan, and you're a tribe
I love poetry very like it does Stormzy
Street like Skepta saw many wrongens
Raw grime, do eski like Wiley's sound
Many those fakers just been around
I shell the riddims, I mix the beats
Coming to America, like Prince Akeem
Expose my face, Mazza — EsDeeKid's
I don't care if the streets know me
Chorus:
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Північ Полтави, цей холод застряг в мені
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
LH City Gang, на район впав холодний сніг
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Північ Полтави не Лондон, but also mad thing
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Нах' ваші респекти, let em' pagans grin
Couplet 3:
Bruv, rather you do hipco like Takun J
I choose Pop Smoke or Dusty Locane
O'Block, Chiraq, feeling' like King Von
Failures, successes, like Tekashi, so what?
Violence plus nick and you gonna die
Don't touch my fam or I commit a crime
But what to do, my enemy is a moron
Besides rap, you get a hempen collar
I wish I lived a life of Simon Birch
I hate religion and any church
'Ey butter up, but rat when night
I know all people, 'cause I shed light
So, when a hearty is beatin'
We are feelin' the love
Was said by my son
My dear big man
When a hearty is beatin'
I am leavin' the block
No syrup in my cup
No smoke, no cough
When I'm ready at hunnid
See my foes, I break 'em
They are on snakin'
Get outta, you're cranky
Ready at hunnid
Zero tolerance mode
My family in heaven
Honour's in code
I have to act like a noble knight
Swelter in the studio, it is alright
I was that gushy in my crib whens
Want to be back in my old days
Outro:
Yutes
I am from the streets, I am from wogs
Muddle and blah are just their talks
Yutes
Grow outta a habit of being meek
Respect yo' folks, despite some strict
Yutes
Crush pagans, defend your families
Just keep it ace, you got that biz
Yutes
Can't see the future, but see like Future
You get it classy, fancy, extra, bougie
Big up
Yeat, yeat, yeat
Yeah
Chorus:
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Північ Полтави, цей холод застряг в мені
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
LH City Gang, на район впав холодний сніг
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Північ Полтави не Лондон, but also mad thing
Свої впізнають своїх, свої впізнають своїх
Нах' ваші респекти, let em' pagans grin
Post:
Five minutes after birth
They decide your name, religion, nationality and sect
And you spend the rest of your life
Defendin' what you didn't choose, my mate
But identity is not given once and for all;
It is built and transformed throughout one’s life
Facts
Addition:
No cap, I'm yeeting the bars...
No lie, no time, no slimes...
For real, straight up...
I'm sparkin' rhymes...
Ice, ice, ice...
Heart, heart, heart...
And the big price...
Family's for life...
I respect you, James Devlin, appreciated