Luyện nghe bài hát Straight Facts

When I was sky high not many of you wanted to see me
I had one big ego, but I was small
I thought I was the man, telling what to do
When really they were just using me my skrilla too
So look who's now because it definitely ain't me
Due to all my fuckery my had to lower my fee
With all the money I owe out, I could own me key
Instead I sold the house I lived in 'cause I was for free
My friends were at me for help when I couldn't help myself
And labelled me a no one when the label put me on shelf
I weren't eating and they could see I wasn't well
all they seemed to care about was my wealth
Fuck my
See the Tinnitus I have, has always put me through hell
Too busy looking out for and not thinking about myself
I'm rich and paranoid, who else is tryna' fuck with my
Who else is making up lies for another story to
Yo, my BM sold like two on me for like 30K
My TM was doing dirty on me like almost day
Right under my nose, I would have have known
So fuck that I'm paranoid and I went through his phone
I see a text to his wife
They ruined my life
Thinking how's all this getting printed overnight?
No lie, no lie
I know it's in black and
And though it's in The Times it's still a big bag of shite!
I blame myself for ignorant and opening up
But when you're stuck in this industry, you know who to trust
I'm where is the love?
'Cause on the flip side, on my life
In the I would've opened you up
like that, Mumma we ain't going out like that
One day I'ma him outside ah, how 'bout dat?
You know like
Pops used to preach I should've listened
Now I bet up there grinning just 'cause I tried fight back
I remember the times I used to steal bare from your pouch
And pocket any loose change you left around the house
I'd do anything to a couple seconds with him alive
Instead I'm just with a memory of him dead on the couch
Forever pieces together tryna' figure shit out
Imagine I was more puzzled, having to give you mouth to mouth
My lord was dry blood all down your face
I will never the taste, tryna' save the man of the house
say 'home is where the heart is'
Well my one was on the
Mum's got her own key but she prefers it where we
Queen of the hood, reminiscing must good
Couldn't to buy me trainers now she's cleaning up my books
When cleaning up the flat
She be the plaques
She ain't worried no bailiffs now her baby's paying tax
When the press are talking trash, know it ain't facts
Why would I smash my own gaff up when my yout's are in the
I'd be mad if I sat here tryna' justify article
I've already been up and spat out into little particles
Even though I'm sensitive and a softy at
All I hear is 'rip them 'cause there ain't nobody as hard as you'
antagonised, when I hear a bag of lies
Everyone's got a past, only difference is mine's
Talk about being terrorised, say I'm gonna fall back
Your favourite now started out as my support act
The scene was way needier, way social media
When we used to to radio just to make our lives easier
Check my
I sold out bare yo
They tried to brand me
So I climbed outta the hole
I kicked the door and left it open for the rest
I went platinum three times, so how am I still in
700K on the first, 500 on the
When you a shitty deal fam
else do you expect?
Oi Stormzy you the guy now, I've fucked with Skep'
I writ my 32 the first time I heard Wretch
I got a chip on my shoulder about who's the best
But I beg someone tell Drizzy I'm something fresh
I got as far as I am from HAM as I can
So for me going jail really part of the plan
I came a long way from getting chased down in that
So imagine man me, stuck in the can
They say I'm too hard headed, and one day I'm gonna
Never thought I would be sat here signatures for burn
Oi Akhi are you
It really don't matter about who you are on the outside or if your wrist is
In here, you'll get up to dry for moving wet
The only time I'm talking shit, when I'm up my tech
Ay so fuck the KG's you have, around your neck
Here all that matters is the KG's you're pushing on chest
My momma told me keep my head down, quiet
How the fuck's that gonna work when [?] got man on a
Thinking now I'm at my lowest, life can get better
Them man run up in my and try leave holes in my sweater
Now I'm here and I got a on my head top, uh
Well I'ma double that just get the head top
From lobster and steak, to yam and noodles and
Thursday's cantine, come any sooner
Sitting in my cell wishing that it could be way
No charger for the tizzy so I even call you
Oi, get and lay down
I ain't back to play around
Even though I was excluded, industry's still my playground