Ellesse, ellesse

[Verse 1] (Lee Scott)
Yeah, yeah, uhh, yeah
Ellesse, Ellesse, you best have the tracks if you're tryna impress me
I just spent the last of me cash on me tracky instead of me lecky
While you was investin' in 'Sace and Ralph we was out gettin' messy
I'm not tryna look preppy
I wake up and sag with a splab for me brekky
I had to rock Pod for a term and got pissed off cause people was mockin' em
I saved up for a year for them brown and green Rockies and proper look boss in them
Drownin' in compliments, got too much flavour I don't need no condiments
I'm not obnoxious it's just that these Spliffy jeans give me the confidence
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Ay you look fresh I blow me own trumpet like Dizzy Gillespie
Lost me self in this grey maze
From Ellesse to Hellys and Sprayways
To boot leg and save ways that got me way through life spendin' me days blazed

[Verse 2] (Black Josh)
If the niggas weren't there from the day go
They wouldn't ever come to me like they know
I been a trill G from a day old
Since my marge had my hair in cain rows
Che Nine nine fives and nine fives now a man a nine fives workin' my nine five they studio wanna recordin' my rhymes
Just a recluse yeah
He's on it
Write shit out then share don't sleep on it
Like an next man's mattress with no sheet on it
We run it we won it we profit my boys made proof from it
Move a couple all same day
We on it
We ain't got no nack we see profits
I'm ignorant the bitches can keep gossip
Don't hear the need for it
On my own ting and I keep on it
Yeaaahhh
Ellesse Ellesse high street don't impress me
I'm seein' these sisters and how they be dressin' yet this on my neck when these bitches they trust me it's cool I was sendin' them bitches to jesus
I been pimp since pimpin'
You a sissy like Pippin
I ain't got no time to put aside for them sideline women cause
I'm about my business

[Verse 3] (Both)
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Black Josh with Lee Scott on Blah records the label the levels we're settin'
There's other fellas but then man we enter the party they exit
The wicker hats making the upper class people feel timid and threatened
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