OSAMA (feat. Kimberlynn)

UK Rap, UK Hip-Hop, Trap, Experimental Hip-Hop, Pop Rap

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V6-MINI

[Producer Tag]
[Sampled Female Vocals]
Cosa cucini?

[Chorus]
[High-pitched Female Vocals Sample + Chipmunk Fx]
Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Woo!)
Blow the whole bag in the night, no drama. (Phew)
Out of sight, out of mind, countin' karma,
Dressed in all black, silk sheets in Sahara.
Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Look)
B*tch, I’m off the grid, don't talk to my mama.
Blow the P's up, make the whole room warmer,
Cold-hearted yute, kept the steel in the corner. (Brrr!)

[Post Chorus]
[Kimberlynn]
Yeah, it’s Osama, yeah, it’s Osama,
Ghost in the dark, I don't leave no trauma.

[Verse 1]
Tuck the P's in the vault, keep the gates shut,
Paranoid yute, I don't give a f*ck what.
They talk about the kid, but they don't know the spot,
Fourteen cameras watchin' every single lot.
Bad B inside, skin color like mocha,
Counting up the racks while I’m playin' high poker.
Used to be in Fulham on the block with the trappers,
Now I’m in a compound, ghosting all the rappers. (F*ck 'em!)
Repetitive cycle, I buy it, I double it,
See a dark cloud in the sky, then I cover it.
Industry fake, yeah, I step in the shadow,
Cleaver on the hip, yeah, I’m ready for battle.
Blow up the spot when I step through the entrance,
Every single word that I drop is a sentence.
No location on the phone when I’m sliding,
B*tch, I’m off the radar, look at where I’m hiding! (Phew)

[Chorus]
Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Woo!)
Blow the whole bag in the night, no drama. (Phew)
Out of sight, out of mind, countin' karma,
Dressed in all black, silk sheets in Sahara.
Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Look)
B*tch, I’m off the grid, don't talk to my mama.
Blow the P's up, make the whole room warmer,
Cold-hearted yute, kept the steel in the corner. (Brrr!)

[Post Chorus]
[Kimberlynn]
Yeah, it’s Osama, yeah, it’s Osama,
Ghost in the dark, I don't leave no trauma.

[Verse 2]
Top tier, dark gear, ghost for a couple years,
Countin' up the blue notes, wipin' off my mother's tears.
N*ggas wanna locate, n*ggas wanna find me,
Got a couple million-pound guards right behind me.
You know I got the bank account heavy,
New whip moving faster than a Chevy,
She wanna stay the night in the bunker with the boss,
I told her "Sign the NDA, pay the whole cost."
Blowing up the charts, blowing up the estate,
Never sell my soul for a piece on the plate.
I’m locked in the fortress,
Parked three Ferraris right outside the porch, yes!
Vibe so cold, turn the summer into winter,
Every single track that I touch is a splinter.
Off the radar, never see me on the Gram,
Just a rich yute executing the plan! (Phew, phew!)

[Post Chorus]
[Kimberlynn]
Yeah, it’s Osama, yeah, it’s Osama,
Ghost in the dark, I don't leave no trauma.

[Producer Tag]
[Sampled Female Vocals]
Cosa cucini?

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[Producer Tag] [Sampled Female Vocals] Cosa cucini? [Chorus] [High-pitched Female Vocals Sample + Chipmunk Fx] Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Woo!) Blow the whole bag in the night, no drama. (Phew) Out of sight, out of mind, countin' karma, Dressed in all black, silk sheets in Sahara. Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Look) B*tch, I’m off the grid, don't talk to my mama. Blow the P's up, make the whole room warmer, Cold-hearted yute, kept the steel in the corner. (Brrr!) [Post Chorus] [Kimberlynn] Yeah, it’s Osama, yeah, it’s Osama, Ghost in the dark, I don't leave no trauma. [Verse 1] Tuck the P's in the vault, keep the gates shut, Paranoid yute, I don't give a f*ck what. They talk about the kid, but they don't know the spot, Fourteen cameras watchin' every single lot. Bad B inside, skin color like mocha, Counting up the racks while I’m playin' high poker. Used to be in Fulham on the block with the trappers, Now I’m in a compound, ghosting all the rappers. (F*ck 'em!) Repetitive cycle, I buy it, I double it, See a dark cloud in the sky, then I cover it. Industry fake, yeah, I step in the shadow, Cleaver on the hip, yeah, I’m ready for battle. Blow up the spot when I step through the entrance, Every single word that I drop is a sentence. No location on the phone when I’m sliding, B*tch, I’m off the radar, look at where I’m hiding! (Phew) [Chorus] Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Woo!) Blow the whole bag in the night, no drama. (Phew) Out of sight, out of mind, countin' karma, Dressed in all black, silk sheets in Sahara. Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Look) B*tch, I’m off the grid, don't talk to my mama. Blow the P's up, make the whole room warmer, Cold-hearted yute, kept the steel in the corner. (Brrr!) [Post Chorus] [Kimberlynn] Yeah, it’s Osama, yeah, it’s Osama, Ghost in the dark, I don't leave no trauma. [Verse 2] Top tier, dark gear, ghost for a couple years, Countin' up the blue notes, wipin' off my mother's tears. N*ggas wanna locate, n*ggas wanna find me, Got a couple million-pound guards right behind me. You know I got the bank account heavy, New whip moving faster than a Chevy, She wanna stay the night in the bunker with the boss, I told her "Sign the NDA, pay the whole cost." Blowing up the charts, blowing up the estate, Never sell my soul for a piece on the plate. I’m locked in the fortress, Parked three Ferraris right outside the porch, yes! Vibe so cold, turn the summer into winter, Every single track that I touch is a splinter. Off the radar, never see me on the Gram, Just a rich yute executing the plan! (Phew, phew!) [Chorus] Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Woo!) Blow the whole bag in the night, no drama. (Phew) Out of sight, out of mind, countin' karma, Dressed in all black, silk sheets in Sahara. Hidden in the compound, feel like Osama, (Look) B*tch, I’m off the grid, don't talk to my mama. Blow the P's up, make the whole room warmer, Cold-hearted yute, kept the steel in the corner. (Brrr!) [Post Chorus] [Kimberlynn] Yeah, it’s Osama, yeah, it’s Osama, Ghost in the dark, I don't leave no trauma. [Producer Tag] [Sampled Female Vocals] Cosa cucini?

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