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lirik lagu nouveau riche – fraser t. smith

[intro]
boom, bam, young drilly
ain’t it funny that the fascists are claimin’ they’re no longer racist?
but we still know you’re classist
how ’bout that?

[hook: drillminister]
man can’t tell me ’bout uk drill, try tell me that the sound is niche
when the bourgeois z so classist, ain’t got love for the nouveau riche
imagine you just got sanctioned, no more peace comin’ from, you see
make man start flingin’ out tantrums, shoutin’ at opps just like mps
’cause the wage gap’s comin’ like apprentice
got man lookin’ like made in chelsea
where the poor can’t finish their sentence
got man dreamin’ ’bout cribs and bentleys
the road life got control of my soul
and the money on road can’t tempt me
the bank of england makin’ austerity cuts when they know there’s plenty

[verse 1: drillminister]
come to the ends, see government failures benefit street load trailers
meet us at the end of the road in sliders, toenails lookin’ like quavers
man’s seen more dark and light than vegas
crimes don’t see no papers
bailiffs takin’ beds and trainers, probably some gold for saviours
ain’t seen no positive post, but out for the underclass in a while
that’s probably why the poor man took his life gettin’ knocked on jeremy kyle
’cause britain ain’t got no conscience
since done a rise man clocked that nonsense
a fourteen year old boy got knocked out clean by the boydems truncheons
hittin’ him hard like payday loans
got the interest goin’ up constant
and mummy ain’t made no money from work
since the robots made her redundant
education comin’ like a boxing ring
wanna win, gotta pull your punches
and you wonder why man go county lines?
cah the youtes, dem know we’re conscious

[hook: drillminister]
man can’t tell me ’bout uk drill, try tell me that the sound is niche
when the bourgeois z so classist, ain’t got love for the nouveau riche
imagine you just got sanctioned, no more peace comin’ from, you see
make man start flingin’ out tantrums, shoutin’ at opps just like mps
’cause the wage gap’s comin’ like apprentice
got man lookin’ like made in chelsea
where the poor can’t finish their sentence
got man dreamin’ ’bout cribs and bentleys
the road life got control of my soul
and the money on road can’t tempt me
the bank of england makin’ austerity cuts when they know there’s plenty

[verse 2: drillminister]
come to the ends, see affluence
private school boys dressed in blazers
if n0body on my road’s on the forbes list
that’s more shock than tasers
hundred pound tip for the waiters
poverty? what’s that? a brand new fragrance?
man make some investments
real estate, bitcoin, libra, don’t do favours
neighborhood watch ’cause my yard looks pricey
and my antiques look icy
man paid that inheritance tax
if the tax man ask then the rest is vapours
they said that it’s bad for the poor
but the brexit ting’s gonna lose man wages
we’re losin’ at different stages, one man z and one man’s a*list
‘cah britain ain’t got no workin’ class
rename that with slavery
man’s cookin’ up business deals like ainsley payin’ no tax in jersey
man try sue man for infringement
lawyer’s gonna make sure the case is dirty
‘cah man’s in harrods, i’m tryna cop lv, tom ford, brudda and burberry

[outro]
see that message right there?
that’s a message for all of us
yo fraser, keep my vocal runnin’
i want ’em to know that n0body’s perfect
any mistake i make, keep it in
i want ’em to know n0body’s perfect
not your politicians, not your leaders
no*one

- fraser t smith

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