S.a.s. - Cheerio Lyrics

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Hook

S.A.S.:

Reppin' London Town out here

We go round-a-round the globe like merry-go

Kiss your fame goodbye, say "Cheerio"

Dipset, high commission is major, ay

Verse 1

Mayhem:

Like Doctor King, May had a dream, then I had a scheme

Now the streets call me King like the magazine

We got the keys to the city

Coppin' and shuttin'

Still moving keys through the city

F a crew, we living threat

So F your troops and your little Techs

We coppin' nukes on the Internet

I been a vet, made a stack and a few ends

Hustlin' packs, now May back like that new Benz

A few gems, jewels and ice

Shoes is right, back to the future Nikes

I run with dudes that'll slap yo' kids (then what)

They'll hang they ass off the balcony like Jacko did

I'm stressed to figure how he the bestest nigga

S.A.S. is bigger, I beg to differ

We invading them tapes

Now the kids in the states say the kid is amazing like grace

Amen

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Verse 2

Mega:

For the price of fame, icy chains

In a blink of a eye, Blood, ya life could change

Yeah, nights was strange, I was gettin' no sleep

But I had to hold heat, livin' in these cold streets

Down for spittin', bound to rip them

Yo they siad we was nice but we sounded different

Now you clowns is dissin', quit that chit-chat

Chain out in Marcy, you wouldn't risk that

It's kinda vivid though, was the life I was livin' bro

Came from Britian for spittin' but was flippin' to get the dough

You should listen and see the vision if you don't get the flow

It's a hustle, kids in the struggle, that's who I'm reppin' fo'

This ain't hard to write, my bars is tight

I ain't tryna be locked behind bars, that's right

Been through plenty wars, now I'm scarred for life

I'm like the American flag, I got stars and stripes, yeah

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Verse 3

S.A.S.:

Mayhem:

F the U.K. rap scene, waitin' on a dream

I was in the crack scene waitin' on a fiend

Like we ain't that team, as blatant as it seems

Catch me with the cap, lean, blazing on the green an'

Now I'm signed, you gon' see me grow

Into a songwriter, publisher, CEO

See me bro, the streets wanna see me blow

They acting young and restless like the TV show

Mega:

We went from a still crowd to hearin' them real lud

Yo it's blatant, we blazin', we makin' 'em real proud

Inticipatin', awaitin' this I'll sound

Mega never fakin', I'm statin' the real now

So act the wrong way, get clapped the arms spray

I got hits with the Dips and tracks with Kanye

But I'm still gutter cuz I'm still in the gutter

Keep my steel in the gutter when I'm dealing that butter

Oh

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