Oshea – Graft City

Oshea – Graft City Lyrics

Artist: Oshea
Song: Graft City

I’m from a city where crime pays, drugs are high-grade
Even rich kids be sniffing beak up in like five ways
Criminal mind-frame, draws ain’t tiebreaks
Laws get violated and dancefloors vibrate

The home of Pete Price, you’re wrong he’s right
Still I listen to the f#cking moron each night
Black North Face, ice white Nikes
Kiddeh I buy two-fifty student specials from Sky High

Fly by plod like, bye-bye plod
I got more connects than a WiFi shop
The council wanna know why knife crime’s hot
With 90 kids applying for thе f#cking same five jobs

This is for them Scousеrs, them blues and reds
Them cheese munchies got me hungry like Budapest
For the man who watch the match and, lose their head
And them b#tches in the salons using booster beds

Up in the city of the graft keep ya’ eyes on ya’ cash
And be sure to stay close to kiddehs who got ya’ back
Don’t let anyone get close to ya’ stash
And keep them windows and doors locked up in ya’ flat

In the city of the graft keep ya’ eyes on ya’ cash
And be sure to stay close to kiddehs who got ya’ back
Don’t let anyone get close to ya’ stash
And keep them windows and doors locked up in ya’ flat

You can catch me in the Willow Bank, that is where I fill me tank
Rolling up the Squidgy black, always pack a billy bat
Under me bed just in case a couple tea leaves
Wanna try some childish sh#t like CBeebies

Flow greazy like Otterspool Promenade
One question, Neville Southall or Grobbelaar?
Scotties in Crocky Park, these kids think they proper hard
Standing on the corners {?} off of copper cars

I’m forever Scouse like a f#cking terraced house
And if I clock him bet I’m knocking Gary Neville out
Come ‘round here clutching the Sun and lad you better bounce
And for the women in the building I am well-endowed

Catch me at the bingo laa
I’m at the pivvy not a divvy like Ringo Starr
Lad lad lad lad that’s the lingo laa
I’m smashing it while rapping shitty bloody {?} bars

Up in the city of the graft keep ya’ eyes on ya’ cash
And be sure to stay close to kiddehs who got ya’ back
Don’t let anyone get close to ya’ stash
And keep them windows and doors locked up in ya’ flat

In the city of the graft keep ya’ eyes on ya’ cash
And be sure to stay close to kiddehs who got ya’ back
Don’t let anyone get close to ya’ stash
And keep them windows and doors locked up in ya’ flat

Yo I’m Scouse like Barry Grant, Daniel Amokachi fan
I buy my {?} from the Wavertree Matalan
I’m grafting like I grabbed the granny
We all know Danielle Smith has got a massive fanny

f#ck the postcode lad and that firm you’re with
I’ll grab you ‘round your throat like I’m Duncan Ferguson
You want beef lad nah lad turn it in
I’m mates with Stephen f#cking French I bet you’ve heard of him

This is inner-city Liverpool, do the sickest vindaloos
Despite what you’ve heard lad, we’re not all criminals
But, most are though, root through ya’ cargo
Everyone agrees Gary Neville is an #ssh#l#

We don’t say wablo, it’s more like kiddeh what
Mick Hucknall is a knob, kiddeh kiddeh kiddeh what
Crank up the gigawatts, just to piss the bizzies off
Bring your bird here lad, we’ll get her f#cking knickers off

Up in the city of the graft keep ya’ eyes on ya’ cash
And be sure to stay close to kiddehs who got ya’ back
Don’t let anyone get close to ya’ stash
And keep them windows and doors locked up in ya’ flat

In the city of the graft keep ya’ eyes on ya’ cash
And be sure to stay close to kiddehs who got ya’ back
Don’t let anyone get close to ya’ stash
And keep them windows and doors locked up in ya’ flat
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From the album:
Gooogle It [Explicit]
Release Year: 2019