Cadell – Hotline 3 Lyrics

I made songs at 14 but you can’t top fire in the cemetery
I couldn’t find a road I could park on
Stormzy tried to indirect
But Michael, brush your teeth and have a bath, don
Where do you know me from? That’s a kid ting, defeats the whole game
I’m a loose screw and I’m ready to kill the whole game
If I don’t then it’s back to the snow game
f**k awards and charts, I ain’t owed praise
If you’re a Stormzy fan, you’ve got no taste
About shootings, I don’t come on the mic about shootings
I come on the mic and show them they’re losing
Yeah, I’ve got a holiday sponsorship
Lots of piff, all came all-inclusive
07950 798805, my brudda, let’s do this
07950 798805, my brudda, I’m shooting
Trust me Is “BMO” too, anybody could’ve wrote that song
“BMO”‘s hard, don’t quote this wrong
But ask your girl what the hoes been on
Had her whining to my single
You would’ve thought she was single
But I know my girl’s loyal so I put her face in a single
With you, it’s not that simple
Go get a GRAMMY and an Oscar, who cares? Take a pack
Matter of fact, I’ve got a few, take the stack
Chewing a few, your flow might get better
I’m a 2 and Q, Your hook’s light like feathers
Album out soon, and Like Mike’s jealous
He’s little Bow Wow overnight, he fell off
Know my Nando’s, back to the nights of the jellof
Talk about heads, take ten off
‘Bout to end off, joking, I just started
Don’t let me hear you were spotted in the market
Don’t be fooled, he ain’t the only target
But I had to show Michael what bars is
Said he don’t talk too much but he’s tarking
Could’ve been a Hartslane boy, I’ma Bar-king
Now they’re like “Cadell, why the digs for?”
And I reply “shut up, ask him”
He dug his own grave
They said I’ve got “no chill”, I said “I know, mate”
I don’t even really chat to my old mates
MCs try to diss, I’m like “woah, wait”
Now I’m Tickle Me in my own lane
Skipped traffic, went the Robson Road way
Shit rappers, should know that I play no games
I ain’t gotta say postcodes or code names
Cause I’m already known for my own name
Matter-fact, rep for the borough in Bow’s name
How you gonna do a war dub with no name? You could’ve said my name before but you got too scared
If I back my ting, I’ll have Mike running
Leave Adidas alone, go buy suttin
And the time’s coming, say goodbye
To all the fans you lied to, they don’t like you
You ain’t better than me, you was giving out creps for sales
Man, it’s funny what bribes do
I was giving out songs for the airplay
Wouldn’t want the money if I made it their way
And anytime I hear man talking shit
I’ma buy them a packet of AirWaves
Do you want one?