GDP - Bob Vylan

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

Fuck it, miss me with that mess

Coming for the belly when we run up in your address

Get caught sleeping, take the money from the mattress

Man know the roads, there’s no need for atlas

Tryna take all that you own and leave you cashless

Cash rules everthing around me that matters

So the purse strings are tighter than Thatcher’s

Desperate times, desperate measures

The news says we’re in this together

But everybody I know seems to know better

Rob you for your diamonds when we feel pressure

It’s all fun and games till someone goes broke

Break in your house, we heard you sold coke

Catch you late night and snatch a gold rope

While the news keeps saying keep calm and keep hope

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

I gotta eat

You know a brother’s gotta eat, right?

You know a brother’s gotta eat, yeah a brother’s gotta eat

You know a brother’s gotta eat, right?

You know a brother’s gotta eat

I remember Frank laughed when I said I bought a stab-proof

Couple weeks later ops ran up and poked him

I was in the hospital sitting right beside him

But I’m too good of a friend to start gloating

Could have said I told you so because I told him

All the ends want is their watchface frozen

A baddy named Elsa riding in the whip

With a shank on the hip and a necklace golden

And they’ll be golden, yeah right as rain

Quicker than the weather your whole life can change

This rat race might drive you insane

I seen friends rob friends for lines of cocaine

It’s all fun and games till someone gets kidnapped

Man are really with that, I know a few that did that

Snubnosed 38 don’t care for your sixpack

Try rob the wrong one they might push your wig back

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

I gotta eat

You know a brother’s gotta eat, right?

You know a brother’s gotta eat, yeah a brother’s gotta eat

You know a brother’s gotta eat, right?

You know a brother’s gotta eat

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

Yeah the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP

That means fuck all to me

I gotta eat

You know a brother’s gotta eat

When he ask how I feel, I reply that I’m fed up

Some are drowning in money, I’m barely keeping my head up

Price of life on the rise, I’m feeling like it’s a setup

'Cause nobody that I grew with seems to be getting a leg up

So we buy for five and sell it for ten

Re-up another ninebar, sell it again

The advert says that we need a brand new Benz

But to get it some man are killing family and friends

Yeah, chasing the dream, either make it or steal it

Seems like the choices are take it or deal it

No one need to be told there’s hard times ahead

When it comes crashing down poor people gonna feel it

Let me make it clear: this wretched system isn’t playing fair

I couldn’t give a fuck if this country hates me here

They stole our people, displaced and placed us here

And the only joy I get is when I bait the bear