Lyrics Roll Deep – Progress
Text:
Breeze:
It’s true what they say, more money more stress
Spanners in the work, mashing up the process
We’ve been on the road for months, like we’re homeless
Flowdan:
Everybody’s hyping
But everybody can shut their mouth because I’m on a hype ting
I’m on this ting like feathers on wings
I’m on this ting like beard to a chin
I’m on this ting like Steve Austin
You heard we got dropped, well keep listening
The next time we drop a bomb, king
It won’t be When I’m Ere, it will be When I’m On A Hype Ting
So shut your mouth about cheesy
Cause a bag of little yutes on the road would love to meet me
Bourne Identity, Bourne Supremacy
Born everyting, yeah everyting’s easy-peasy
Lemon squeezy, slow my flow down just like Young Jeezy
That’s right
And none of you guys on the road, you could never see me
Breeze:
It’s true what they say, more money more stress
Spanners in the work, mashing up the process
We’ve been on the road for months, like we’re homeless
We’re not rich yet, but we’re making progress
I been up and down the whole country smelling funky
Sign little bras for the kids and junkies
Been on morning TV all grumpy
I could be at home doing hard ?
But never mind the revenue
Let’s talk about birds from The Avenue
Drop em two lines of coke and a Malibu
Leave her nostril running like callaloo
Shaking a leg, making a ?, no
Merk posh dos and gigs in my trench coat
Still I gotta make a bent note
Cause I don’t know if I’m half-rich or broke
Well, I’m not an imposter
Roll Deep’s up for a Brit, not an Oscar
Look I got a hectic roster
Ain’t complaining as long as I’m prosper
It’s true what they say, more money more stress
Spanners in the work, mashing up the process
We’ve been on the road for months, like we’re homeless
We’re not rich yet, but we’re making progress
It’s true what they say, more money more stress
Spanners in the work, mashing up the process
We’ve been on the road for months, like we’re homeless
We’re not rich yet, but we’re making progress
Trim:
See that’s right, I think I’m too nice
See my head’s quadrupled in size
Go on stupid, I might
And if we used to be friends it’s cause I used to have time
I’m trying to get rich, not dying trying
Mind on my money, money on my mind
Time’s money, I ain’t got time
It’s funny what some do with their time
Before I was a nobody with a knife
Now I’ve got a name you’ll find in a lotta hype
It’s always «what’s his name said this» or «what’s his name’s on a hype»
«What’s his name said that», blud, whatever their names, they’ve got time
Whatever the beef, I’ve got mine, I’m alright
I’ve got big lips, but keep yours off mine
Breeze:
It’s true what they say, more money more stress
Spanners in the work, mashing up the process
We’ve been on the road for months, like we’re homeless
We’re not rich yet, but we’re making progress