Jammz – Oh Please Lyrics

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[Chorus] Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
You are not my G
I tell a brudda like God’s Gift, you don’t know we
Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
I heard them man have got opinions
But they ain’t got no Ps

[Verse 1] Oh please, oh please
The way this situation’s switched up
Since last year, it’s crazy, it’s getting so peak
A couple niggas in the ends tried telling me I’m famous
But I’m just little old me
A couple of my old friends tried acting brand new
So that’s why I had to drop co-Ds
Told Shemzy we gotta get the operation tight
I don’t even wanna see no leaks
If you ain’t bringing no food to the champions’ table
Then don’t even look for no seats
I tell a brudda straight up I don’t owe you shit
And you definitely don’t own me
So what makes a man think ’cause he’s making threats
That I’m gonna let him control me?
Fuck that, I tell a man straight
You can die trying like 50 Cent in ’03
Man see me in the club and ask 21 questions
They can’t even keep it lowkey
I know they wanna try emulate plans that I made
But it’s cool, you can have the old deets
You got a little bit of status
But I’m still laughing ’cause you ain’t got no keys
No hunger and no drive
And they wanna chat shit and act like they’re getting no sleep
Still I drop gems on a wasteman like
Yo, likkle man, listen and learn and hold these
Like: rule number one, that’s don’t be a sideman
You’ve gotta stand on your own feet
And rule number two: if you ain’t got a plan
Then you’re losing ’cause you won’t eat
Watch, this year I’m due to start taking the piss

[Chorus] Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
You are not my G
I tell a brudda like God’s Gift, you don’t know we
Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
I heard them man have got opinions
But they ain’t got no Ps

[Chorus] Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
You are not my G
I tell a brudda like God’s Gift, you don’t know we
Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
I heard them man have got opinions
But they ain’t got no Ps

[Verse 2] Oh man, oh man
I don’t know why guys wanna push man’s buttons
It’s like they wanna see me go mad
That’s why I stay anti
‘Cause if it ain’t family, I’m solo like a nomad
Pants, tell these dons I ain’t got time for mix-ups no more
I’m a grown man
How you telling your dons me and you have got qualms
And you ain’t even tried to phone man?
And when you see man, you wanna do smile and spud
But fuck that, we ain’t no gang
So spare me the fake love ’cause really and truly
I never came for the bromance
I buss a one shot for my real friends
Count those on my lone hand
And on the other hand, I bun the fire on a yes man
I can’t roll with none of those man
Me and them ain’t the same, they only want fame, G
I can’t trust one of those man
They wanna throw dirt on my name but it won’t stick
Well, he must have been trying to throw sand
And fuck twice, you better think eight times
Before you write man’s name in your notepad
‘Cause if I start acting up then you’re gonna think
That I never had no mum or no dad
I tell a man straight, if you don’t know me for nowhere
Then it’s better that you don’t chat
Keep yourself to yourself, live a stress-free life
And I’ve gotta live by the slogan
So if I don’t know the number when my phone rings
Then I definitely won’t phone back
Brudda, I hope you know that, oh please, oh please

[Chorus] Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
You are not my G
I tell a brudda like God’s Gift, you don’t know we
Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
I heard them man have got opinions
But they ain’t got no Ps

[Chorus] Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
You are not my G
I tell a brudda like God’s Gift, you don’t know we
Oh please, oh please
Oh please, oh please
I heard them man have got opinions
But they ain’t got no Ps

[Outro] Trust me, Jamski
A lot to say but not a lot in the account, bruv, it’s all dead
I Am Grime is the fucking label
Hush
Wow
Ski, ski, ski
Jamski
Oi, Shemzy, we got another one, man
Trust