‘Course I do my thing on a regular basis Bringing in regular wages Mandem clock that I’m killing it recently Now I’m up in them magazine pages It’s funny tho, before I got money tho Me I got kicked outta mummys home Shut it
Quick tryna double dose Still a man troubled though Still if he trouble tho got him Just get him Let me get in the zone
When I’m writing I’m sweating Should I talk some gas or some truth Is it fire in the booth or a wet lickle sentence? Am I blessed to continue Or should I stop tryna sing too? You don’t know what I been through I bet you’ve been through some shit too Brother what are you into
Are you into this road life or music thing? Day job thing or a uni thing? Student loan, did your parents pay it? Or were you refurbing when your moving in? Expendable cash have you got that or nah? Dependable fam have you got that or nah? Too many questions too many wrongs Moving expendable, too many scars
But are you the captain of your own ship Or a next man pulling them strings for you? The next man gonna bing for you? Did your girlfriend sing to you? Have you ever had one into you? Do you know about the Haitians and Louverture? Do you read literature, are you illiterate?
Are you into conspiracy theories? Egyptians and pyramids, lizards, reptilians? Do you follow the devil? You into that triangle hand symbolism in videos? Is it fry up or cheerios, fuck it though Mans gotta hear me though, see me though Breaking inside cause it’s harder than cycling downhill with a rude dude my brother You were goon with the few that’s a crew my brother, hyped up might just move 5 brothers
But too many slippery snakes in the grass Want a slice of my cake That’s a pain in the arse Now I’m at shows, outraising the dawgs and I’m wondering how have I made it this far?
Most of the time these people inclined To ignore how they get to the place that they are Ah! Forget that blood Fix some, pack up Moves to her space Have a blaze with their moms
Most man I know need a 1/8th to be calm Paranoid thoughts bring pain in their bars Breaking inside cause its hard for a star When you’re trapped in a belt that is larger than large
So, one time for the young minds Wagwan if we combine Your concepts plus mine You kill it with the punch line I’ll do a little double time
Man said if you gotta be clever I said obviously it’s helping if you’re properly read up But at the end of the day, a brotha can listen to Jigga And try and mimic his delivery and all of the written’s And that will probably happen to you if you do it better I gotta keep up with the pace of all the covering enemies Till I’m catching the packets, obviously ill be left with the recipe If I’m popping a banner, I’m a boss in my territory like that
HUH!
Still, they wanna watch what the Wiz do Man went from cotching to pingu To blotting, to hindus Then back to the igloos, I’m cold Out here man are just big news Drop shit, need, big news Get big views Out here tryna make sense May kiss whose intellect
Progress, not this news This life is bullshit that we’re into Thats why I say know your position Too many xenophobes making decisions Too many xenophobes changing the system
And beating your demons is harder than smoking a spliff When depressed to suppress your emotions I need to address all these feelings evoking Instead of just breathing the cro ting
Yeah I do my thing on a regular basis Mans going through changes Mandem clocked that I’m different recently Now they’re wondering if I’m insane It’s funny tho
Before I got money tho Me I got kicked outta mummys home Shut it Quick tryna double dose Still a man troubled though Still if he trouble tho
Don’t trust no one, I don’t trust no one I’m on a road bare cold and I just sew up CID on a low pro one In a blacked out whip with a Go-Pro on I was finna road on a no show one But the block rolled up with the don’t go one This arsehole punched Punk and I rolled one The smell from the old blunt make your throat numb Feds hopped out thats when they all run Cah man moved weight like Hulk Hogan Still I got away yeah man I showed em Cause you can’t match the O’s lungs for the whole run Stopped off Tom’s cah man are older And went home for a shower cah I had an odour Went checkout for a bag of hors d’oeuvre Then I gave some to my dad and my old dear Gave some to my pals and my olders Cah nothing gets man lean like an L does Now I’m at the pier If a man ah bell us I be there by the helter you know the skelter Spray a lickle fire but you couldn’t melt us Swear last week you were saying that you felt us I was walking but it weren’t Selma Now man wanna sell my song will tell ya
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