Everyday, bro, gotta stay battling Gotta fighting, gotta stay striving Gotta stay dreaming, gotta believing Gotta scheming
I broke down a few more Got me a few more to look forward to the weekend Now day's like Saturday by stars Come chill the constellation Then she asked me my real name was And killed the Sometimes gotta scratch my head Like big man on a level Only my mum and dad me Junior makes you so special? No timepiece No kettle But still I when it's time to jump in the car Put the to the pedal like
Yeah, I don't care VIP I've got very places to be While I'm asleep, I'm making a in the house getting naked for me What I'm say is basically Never get a joke man for me Corn on the if a man diss me My got the biscuits in T Santa Claus to miss my house So I decorated my own tree Ring man's phone if he think's it's What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" me My niggas been on get it twisted 'cause I don't beef online My niggas violent, my loopy you ain't seen on Vine
I want a like, I don't want a follow me today, link me tomorrow I've got goons that leave the country Above the law, under I know pain, I know I know empty, I hollow I just flew my Gs out to And I told "thank me tomorrow" Cuh man have in the kitchen Experimenting the whipping And you see, the road ting and the music ain't thought man was playing baseball Way man are outside Never a punk, never been a victim Wanna hate on me? hate on Storm? Fuck that, let the in
I ringing MCs Go radio, I start MCs I was in the trenches, everyday You couldn't say a man weren't MCs I will pick up the phone, ringing MCs Bars inna my touch, MCs They know got Skeppy on my team We were on road, it, skilling MCs Producers, we are living MCs Bare vibes we given MCs I was there back in the day when it was And them man said they get rid of MCs But man couldn't get rid of MCs 'Cause since then, become bigger MCs MC debts Skibadee, and Trigga MC
Yeah, us man are blazing Them man are Benson My bredrin said his birthday him onstage with Drake and Section Hate my niggas every day, it's another great invention Wanna talk loot? Then I bring the loot out Talk about shootout? Better be a like a western I don't fear no man Think you're a killer but your ain't Cam Oi, pussyhole, look in my span 'Cause you might get on the road like 28 gram And you who I am Shower man like Fireman Sam Drive to your on a two-year ban Solo in the transit van Nah, you can't my mum start fly out and man get bun Fling on my garments and dun Dry skin between my index finger and I man like a nun That's why I wanna buy a gun Can't get before I get to see my son Them tings run They got me thirsty for blood They got me talking crud They
Yo, fam Yo, to me, man Where are you, though? Who are you I'm on my Js, Sound, man. ting has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam. I'm not front, fam. Mad pressures from every angle, fam It's come like I'm too ambitious to be with the on the road but, I'm, like, I can't be up there them people either, you know what I'm saying? I'm too to be up there, you see what I'm saying, fam? I don't know, I feel like, I like I'm in limbo, Chippy. I like I'm in limbo, fam been, I've been waiting to speak to you, fam. You're way too mad, fam. Like what the fuck did you mean like you don't why I mentioned your name, fam? Like London, fam. You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro. Like, you got the call to go and make look at everything else that is happening over here, fam. You get me? a deeper calling, bro. Like callings there, It's not everyone's phone gets that that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam? Like super powers fam, charged, bro I that, fam Like being you alone, fam, niggas getting to watch. You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' this happen before. Who's seen the country flip on its head this, fam? These youts don't know what's going on, fam. They ain't got a clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam. Love, brudda, man. I needed that powers. up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud. I needed them. The mission's deeper now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm gonna shout you, man. you saying though, everything good? Blud, you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam. You know, bro. Powers. Powers