Not content being just a ‘music act’ in rap, he also runs Sons of Scotland (SOS) based in Edinburgh with fellow rapper Deeko, whom he first started recording music with at the early age of 14. SOS gained a following both local and overseas due to the amount of quality material produced in a short time, free downloads quickly built up and so did the website’s traffic, creating a buzz for the Scottish group. Progressing through airwaves of local and university radio stations, Werd now finds himself being played on national and international stations such as BBC Radio 1 and 1Xtra.
In 2011 Werd won Urban Recording of the Year at the Scottish New Music Awards ceremony held at the Classic Grand in Glasgow for the ‘Vagabonds In Space’ release along with Wardie Burns, Zambian Astronaut and Mog. This was a benchmark achievement for Scottish hip-hop as no such feat had be accomplished before hand, with rap music in the UK tending to only be England grabbing attention. Speaking of down south, he has also hosted and co-hosts rap battles for SSU & Don’t Flop, UK’s No1 battle league.
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Runnin'
Werd (S.O.S) Lyrics
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I had to pay for that shit
Nowadays, I be recordin’ shit when I get bored
And I get paid for that shit
I gotta testify life ain’t about what you got
It’s what you make of that shit
Niggas be sayin’ they love you
They really be jealous
I done came up and I’m still comin’
Hundred miles in and I’m still runnin’
Candy cane coupe, I’m still stuntin’
My ex salty she still subbin’
Imma sip the lean til I feel somethin’
Camoflauge on 'cuz I’m bill huntin’
Fillin’ up the pockets, I’m still stuffin’
I done hit ya bitch and you still cuffin’
Shoot me if I ever marry a skeezer
You niggas don’t like me
I don’t like you either
I’m runnin’ shit til I got holes in my sneakers
My shit cost a thousand
Yo’ shit a lil’ cheaper
I’m in the hood with the gangstas and demons
You pull up, your chain'll get swiped like a Visa
I swear this shit lookin’ like follow the leader
These niggas be copyin’ my whole demeanor
Bankrolls on me, nigga I got bankrolls, uh-huh
I keep big gas on me, I got a whole tank load, uh-huh
I need big cash, my nigga need a brand new Draco, uh-huh
Shorty got big mad on me, can’t fuck with no fake hoes, uh-huh, uh
I done came up and I’m still comin’
Hundred miles in and I’m still runnin’
Candy cane coupe, I’m still stuntin’
My ex salty she still subbin’
Imma sip the lean til I feel somethin’
Camoflauge on, 'cuz I’m bill huntin’
Fillin’ up the pockets, I’m still stuffin’
I done hit ya bitch and you still cuffin’
I done came up and I’m still comin’
Aye
I done came up and I’m still comin’
I was sixteen, goin’ flocka in the paint (FLOCKA!)
My nigga there ain’t no holdin’ me
I just got back two flips
Yeah the stacks too thick
Nigga ain’t no foldin’ these
I came up easy, I know why they hate me
I make too much paper, they wanna erase me
I’m touchin’ a billion, fuck how long it take me
Me and Ted Bundlez is boutta go crazy
Shooter from Houston pull up with a rocket
And he gon’ put one in your back like McGrady
Dressin’ just like I grew up in the 90s
I’m hustlin’ like I grew up in the 80s
I know young niggas ain’t talkin’ now
I know, uh-huh
I keep my 9 low in my pocket
Case a nigga act macho, uh-huh
Kill a nigga tryna grab my cheese
Motherfucker that’s nachos, uh-huh, uh
All of my shit slappin', on God
Got me feelin' like Huncho, uh-huh
I done came up and I’m still comin’
Hundred miles in and I’m still runnin’
Candy cane coupe, I’m still stuntin’
My ex salty she still subbin’
Imma sip the lean til I feel somethin’
Camoflauge on, 'cuz I’m bill huntin’
Fillin’ up the pockets, I’m still stuffin’
I done hit ya bitch and you still cuffin’
In this verse, Werd reflects on his journey from having to pay to book studio time to now getting paid for recording whenever he wants. He emphasizes that success is not solely about material possessions, but rather what one makes of life. He also warns against fake friends who claim to love someone but are actually jealous of their success. Werd boasts about his accomplishments and the extravagant lifestyle that comes with it, showcasing his ability to continue running the game without any signs of stopping. He also makes reference to his drug use, specifically sipping lean until he feels something, and his association with gangsters and demons.
The lyrics of this song contain a strong sense of confidence and pride, as Werd reminisces about his past struggles and how he overcame them. His achievement of success is the result of all the hard work, dedication and perseverance that he has put into his music career. The boldness and braggadocio present in the song highlight Werd's ability to remain at the top of the game despite the odds.
Line by Line Meaning
I ‘member days when I couldn’t book time to record
I remember when I couldn't afford studio time to make music
I had to pay for that shit
I had to spend money on recording sessions
Nowadays, I be recordin’ shit when I get bored
Now, I record music effortlessly for fun
And I get paid for that shit
And now, I get paid to do what I love
I gotta testify life ain’t about what you got
I have to admit that life is not about material possessions
It’s what you make of that shit
It's the way that you see things and how you use them to improve yourself
Niggas be sayin’ they love you
People say they love you
They really be jealous
But in truth, they are envious of you
I stay away from that shit
So, I keep my distance from such people
I done came up and I’m still comin’
I have succeeded and I am still working hard to progress
Hundred miles in and I’m still runnin’
I've come a long way, but I'm still moving forward
Candy cane coupe, I’m still stuntin’
I'm still showing off my flashy car
My ex salty she still subbin’
My ex-girlfriend is still salty about our breakup and is now subtweeting me
Imma sip the lean til I feel somethin’
I'm going to keep drinking codeine until I am high
Camoflauge on 'cuz I’m bill huntin’
I'm wearing camouflage because I'm looking for ways to make more money
Fillin’ up the pockets, I’m still stuffin’
I am accumulating wealth and still adding to my bank balance
I done hit ya bitch and you still cuffin’
I slept with your girlfriend, but you're still holding onto her
You niggas don’t like me
You guys don't like me
I don’t like you either
And I don't like you either
I’m runnin’ shit til I got holes in my sneakers
I am in charge and leading the game until the soles of my shoes have worn out
My shit cost a thousand
My things are expensive
Yo’ shit a lil’ cheaper
Your things are not as expensive
I’m in the hood with the gangstas and demons
I'm surrounded by dangerous people in this neighborhood
You pull up, your chain'll get swiped like a Visa
If you come here wearing expensive jewelry, it might get stolen
I swear this shit lookin’ like follow the leader
I feel like everyone's trying to copy me these days
These niggas be copyin’ my whole demeanor
These guys are even imitating my personality and style
Bankrolls on me, nigga I got bankrolls, uh-huh
I've got a lot of money with me, I mean millions
I keep big gas on me, I got a whole tank load, uh-huh
I carry large amounts of marijuana with me, enough to fill a whole gas tank
Shorty got big mad on me, can’t fuck with no fake hoes, uh-huh, uh
This girl I'm messing with is angry with me. I don't like to hang around disingenuous women
I was sixteen, goin’ flocka in the paint (FLOCKA!)
When I was 16, I used to play basketball and was very active on the court
My nigga there ain’t no holdin’ me
My friend couldn't contain me back then and still can't now
I just got back two flips
I just made back-to-back profits
Yeah the stacks too thick
My money is piling high
Nigga ain’t no foldin’ these
I am not going to lose all of this money
I came up easy, I know why they hate me
I had an easy time getting rich, so I know why people are jealous of me
I make too much paper, they wanna erase me
I earn so much money that people want to eliminate me or bring me down
I’m touchin’ a billion, fuck how long it take me
I'm determined to make a billion dollars no matter how long it takes me
Me and Ted Bundlez is boutta go crazy
Me and my friend Ted Bundlez are going to make it big soon
Shooter from Houston pull up with a rocket
I have a gunman from Houston who is prepared to use his weapon
And he gon’ put one in your back like McGrady
If you mess with me, my shooter will take you out like basketball player Tracy McGrady
Dressin’ just like I grew up in the 90s
I'm wearing 90s-style clothing
I’m hustlin’ like I grew up in the 80s
I'm working hard to make money like people did in the 80s
I keep my 9 low in my pocket
I keep my gun hidden in my pocket
Case a nigga act macho, uh-huh
If a guy tries to act tough around me
Kill a nigga tryna grab my cheese
I'll kill anyone trying to take my money
Motherfucker that’s nachos, uh-huh, uh
I do not hesitate to take out anyone who threatens me or my money
All of my shit slappin', on God
All of my songs are a hit, and I swear it's true
Got me feelin' like Huncho, uh-huh
I'm on top of the world and I feel like rapper Quavo
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Jermaine Scott
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@klarisdavis5486
It's so weird, I don't really like rap, or hip hop, or such music, but this is kind of hypnotizing...
@PoetryBrainOfficial
Great track!
Up the Scots!
@Ryanator626
This is awesome. Love the accent and rap.
@xmissbarbourx1
good instrumental, good chorus n decent rhymin .. good tune. WEST COAST!
@Cookie180990
dude, this is so cool! i love rap, but this is first time i've heard Scottish rap.
@leewightman8251
Scottish rap has blew up ..its everywhere now
@MacLMokkit
Love this track lads ;)
@otac112
I like the Scottish people cheers from Norway!
@z0omz00m
this shit is crazy! keep it up
@bigforbziecapone588
That's a banger.. respect