I just wanna live my life
Put all my stress aside, struggling to get it right
Tired of making mummsy cry
I go hard for mine, everybody’s after mine
But the queues long so I told ‘em get they arse in line
I’m a mastermind burdened with a past of crime
Started doin music for a hobby just to pass the time
They say it’s ’bout to pay the bills I say it changed my life
People that I used to know and love ain’t the same it’s like
I’m just tryna get rich the fame comes with it
I know they wanna see me slip but I don’t do slippin
I always tell it how it is I never do different
Haters see me handling my biz I got dudes bitching
Please get out my face I don’t think I can take it
God let me escape it ‘fore I do sutten crazy
They say I gotta make it I’m getting off the pavement
And I ain’t never comin back because I fucking hate ‘em
Free A That’s a real mother fucker and shouts out to Z
That’s my mother fucking brother
Only person I ever saluted was my mother
And I’m always shouting out my little youth ’cause I love her
Looking up to papa
Got my bread right and then I covered it in butter
In it for myself and a couple of my bruddas
Ain’t a gun buster got a brudda that will touch ya
Skinny mother fucker
Pops died so my step poppa was a rasta
Jerk chicken pepper steak rice peas pasta
Chubby white youth with a bit of black swagger
Mummy in the slammer so I had to live with grandma
Teach you how to rap I can’t teach you how to dagger
Squeeky ain’t a builder but he’s wicked with the hammer
And my brother Joe Black a legend in the manor
Peddle bike diary sorta turned me to a trapper
I put down the bars and started shotting bars
Musically I’m trapping so my mum could die a happy marge
Im tired of living hard I’m inspired off my past
Plenty more fish in the sea, I told ‘em I’m a shark
Born to lose built to win I’ma bring it far
I heard a lotta man are pissed Cah I did it fast
If your a runner up you might as well finish last
I’m tryna buy a nice house with a fancy car
I’d never settle for a chain or a Gucci scarf
Imagine I ain’t shooting but the call me shooting star
Ginger be my right hand he been here from the start
You beef with him you beef with me that’s comin from my heart
When I was dead broke me and T was sharing garms
Told him I blow it’s nothing I’ma buy us both a car
Sleeping up in Shelly’s yard
Batter shit is really hard
Learnt a lot of lessons kinda grateful Cah it made me smart
Man I came from nothing I turned it into something
I be the reason certain rappers gone be made redundant
Put that on my mothers word to my brothers
Keeping skeletons in their closet and guns in their cupboards
No rest for the wicked money over them bitchs
I’m tryna make my P legit but I still roll with villains
I value moments with my daughter cah them moments precious
And cause I’m hardly ever there it’s hate to make it better
My heart’ll break forever ain’t got no umbrella
But I still hold my head up high through all this rainy weather
Am I a saint or sinner you say a sinner but I’m hungry so I beg to differ
You’ll never see me give up, my mummy raised a winner
I never been a giver
I’d rather starve than see my family without no dinner
I had to graft my whole life just for clothes and dinner
SB F64 there ain’t no one better
Put all my stress aside, struggling to get it right
Tired of making mummsy cry
I go hard for mine, everybody’s after mine
But the queues long so I told ‘em get they arse in line
I’m a mastermind burdened with a past of crime
Started doin music for a hobby just to pass the time
They say it’s ’bout to pay the bills I say it changed my life
People that I used to know and love ain’t the same it’s like
I’m just tryna get rich the fame comes with it
I know they wanna see me slip but I don’t do slippin
I always tell it how it is I never do different
Haters see me handling my biz I got dudes bitching
Please get out my face I don’t think I can take it
God let me escape it ‘fore I do sutten crazy
They say I gotta make it I’m getting off the pavement
And I ain’t never comin back because I fucking hate ‘em
Free A That’s a real mother fucker and shouts out to Z
That’s my mother fucking brother
Only person I ever saluted was my mother
And I’m always shouting out my little youth ’cause I love her
Looking up to papa
Got my bread right and then I covered it in butter
In it for myself and a couple of my bruddas
Ain’t a gun buster got a brudda that will touch ya
Skinny mother fucker
Pops died so my step poppa was a rasta
Jerk chicken pepper steak rice peas pasta
Chubby white youth with a bit of black swagger
Mummy in the slammer so I had to live with grandma
Teach you how to rap I can’t teach you how to dagger
Squeeky ain’t a builder but he’s wicked with the hammer
And my brother Joe Black a legend in the manor
Peddle bike diary sorta turned me to a trapper
I put down the bars and started shotting bars
Musically I’m trapping so my mum could die a happy marge
Im tired of living hard I’m inspired off my past
Plenty more fish in the sea, I told ‘em I’m a shark
Born to lose built to win I’ma bring it far
I heard a lotta man are pissed Cah I did it fast
If your a runner up you might as well finish last
I’m tryna buy a nice house with a fancy car
I’d never settle for a chain or a Gucci scarf
Imagine I ain’t shooting but the call me shooting star
Ginger be my right hand he been here from the start
You beef with him you beef with me that’s comin from my heart
When I was dead broke me and T was sharing garms
Told him I blow it’s nothing I’ma buy us both a car
Sleeping up in Shelly’s yard
Batter shit is really hard
Learnt a lot of lessons kinda grateful Cah it made me smart
Man I came from nothing I turned it into something
I be the reason certain rappers gone be made redundant
Put that on my mothers word to my brothers
Keeping skeletons in their closet and guns in their cupboards
No rest for the wicked money over them bitchs
I’m tryna make my P legit but I still roll with villains
I value moments with my daughter cah them moments precious
And cause I’m hardly ever there it’s hate to make it better
My heart’ll break forever ain’t got no umbrella
But I still hold my head up high through all this rainy weather
Am I a saint or sinner you say a sinner but I’m hungry so I beg to differ
You’ll never see me give up, my mummy raised a winner
I never been a giver
I’d rather starve than see my family without no dinner
I had to graft my whole life just for clothes and dinner
SB F64 there ain’t no one better
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