Everyday, bro, we've gotta battling stay fighting, gotta stay striving Gotta dreaming, gotta stay believing stay scheming
I broke down a few barricades Got me a few accolades Used to look forward to the Now every like Saturday Surrounded by chill with the constellation Then she asked me what my name was And killed the I've gotta scratch my head Like big man ting on a Only my mum and dad call me What you so special? No Rolex No kettle But still I know it's time to jump in the car Put the foot to the pedal
Yeah, I care about VIP I've got very places to be While I'm asleep, I'm a beat Girls in the house naked for me I'm tryna say is basically Never get a joke man for me Corn on the curb if a man me My niggas got the in T Santa Claus used to miss my So I my own Christmas tree man's phone if he think's it's beef What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" me My niggas been on Don't get it twisted 'cause I beef online My niggas violent, my loopy Something you ain't seen on
I don't want a like, I don't want a Diss me today, link me I've got goons that can't leave the Above the law, under I know pain, I sorrow I know empty, I hollow I flew my Gs out to Amsterdam And I told "thank me tomorrow" Cuh man have in the kitchen with the whipping And you see, the road and the music ain't mixing Would've man was playing baseball Way man are outside Never been a punk, never a victim Wanna hate on me? Wanna on Storm? Fuck that, let the in
I start MCs Go radio, I start MCs I was in the trenches, everyday You couldn't say a man bringing MCs I will up the phone, start ringing MCs Bars my touch, bringing MCs They know I've got on my team We were on road, it, skilling MCs Producers, plus we are MCs Bare we have given MCs I was back in the day when it was garage And them man they wanna get rid of MCs But man couldn't get rid of MCs 'Cause since then, become bigger MCs MC debts Skibadee, Baseman and MC
Yeah, us man are blazing Them man are Benson My bredrin it's his birthday Took him onstage Drake and Section Hate my niggas 'cause every day, it's great invention Wanna about loot? Then I bring the loot out Talk about shootout? be a shootout like a western 'Cause I fear no man Think you're a but your name ain't Cam Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my 'Cause you might get on the road like 28 gram And you who I am Shower man down like Sam Drive to your ends on a ban With in the transit van Nah, you diss my mum Shots fly out and man get bun Fling on my black and dun Dry between my index finger and thumb 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 for blood again They got me talking crud got-
Yo, fam Yo, to me, man Where are you, Who are you with? I'm on my Js, Sound, man. This has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam. I'm not gonna front, fam. Mad from every angle, fam It's come I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but, I'm, like, I can't be up there with them people either, you what I'm saying? I'm too black to be up there, you see I'm saying, fam? I don't know, I like, I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy. I like I'm in limbo, fam I've been, I've been waiting to to you, fam. going way too mad, fam. Like what the fuck did you like you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam? North London, fam. You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro. Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything that is happening over here, fam. You get me? a deeper calling, bro. them callings there, It's not everyone's phone that gets that that ring ring there, you see I'm saying, fam? Like powers fam, super charged, bro I that, fam Like just being you alone, fam, niggas to watch. You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't nuttin' like this happen before. Who's seen the country on its head like this, fam? These youts don't know what's going on, fam. ain't got a fucking clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam. Love, brudda, man. I needed that powers. Power up fam, I even like hearing you sound like this, blud. I needed them. The deeper right now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm shout you, man. What you saying though, everything good? Blud, love you bro, man, just do you gotta do. Man's doing what I gotta do, fam. You know, bro. Powers. Powers