Listen I'm gutted, I don’t know what luck is I'm making my money double but keep spending it on rubbish I keep stacking, most of my team's trapping Feeling like an idiot though, I ain't really been rapping But I been rapping, been slacking in my prayers Couple things that I should address but I ain't gonna say it Where I'm from you're either broke or moving food here Me and my brother tryna' put 10 down by the new year And when the girls, act we don’t stay, we move along Good things come out of things I'm doing wrong I got her gassed, going mad over my newest songs I can buy them new Chanel bags and them Louis Vuittons I signed a deal at 15, I just turned 16 No ones spitting this mean making older look shit See the kids different, all what you done I did it But if I'm sitting in the interview room I never did it Certain beef going on, I think will never finish Driving through the ends and I can see the devil in it You either win or lose no there's no settling it Ak just came with a gym bag with big metal in it The maddest year of my life, so much of a hype Mad lows were heartbreaking but they can't damage the highs Bags under my eyes, bags in my pocket It’s a money ting, I couldn't give a fuck who’s on it I couldn't give a fuck who’s bussing off their gun I want the women and the diamonds and the penthouse for my mum I just got a phone call from my brother he’s back off on the run Just touchdown from OT and asking if theirs any grub The ends has gone fucked can't afford to slip up So know he’s got his ting tucked when you see him put on his gloves This summer me and little baton put it on these stunters Ducking up feds on peds laying it down straight gunners On the back of the [?], big banks laying it down Non stop lifting front wheel hardly touching the ground See me in my senior mez, cost an arm and a leg Shit is real couple bills when we pass through your ends Talking to my brother rick thinking its all shit Tryna' get it in, he should be on the pitch Brothers move mad over girls start moving different Jealousy and envy start moving like bitches I ain't pissed though I'm on a journey to the riches I think I'm more pissed that I'm openly sinning I'm open to offers, need to get out the block Where man are breaking down blocks, wrapping and opening boxes I made mistakes as well, starting to hate this world You get more years for putting food on the scales than raping girls Now how the fuck does that make sense? I say my surahs and go to sleep when my day ends And if you wanna' make some money then go re-up again Friends are costly you’ll have to cut a couple of men Might get bumped and have to cut a couple of men These scum open up shop and shut it again And all these man are fake Past 25 stunting with a little belt you need to up your weight You should be stunting in the range your lying to yourself When your a grown man, what the fuck is a Gucci Belt? I'm living in the zone where you get murdered for your watch And I don’t wanna' have to bring no fucking burners to your block Two grand in my bag skidding swerving from the cops No licence or insurance praying I don’t get a stop You man are looking like Americans, you're dressing like your lost Fabian icing me with shit that ain't even hit the shops Talking like their top shooters and haven’t even hit a box I got a quote for 4 5th for that cheesy in a box Forget the hype I’d rather chase the queen, forget a wife Sitting down tweeting all day you need to get a life You man are chasing skets tryna' get ya jeans wet Before you know, personally I prefer the queens head The young cannon 16 time to tear the scene Got my gunners and young loyal brothers that's here with me I'm the future of this rap shit, it's clear to see The legacy I just hope you man are hearing me
I’m just tryna make a living, But I’m surprised I’m still living, I been on the ends tryna sell a couple zeds, But I’m from Ireland step out of place and lose your legs, No you don’t understand I be trapping pretending I’m rapping, I don’t carry a knife but I’ve been stabbed in the back no capping, I started rapping to help me ease the pain, But it’s like fifa mans addicted to this game, Same thing cuz I’m tryna be balling, And if there really is a god then this is my calling, I’m tryna perfect my flow and be flawless, While the mandem pulling out the straps and leaving opss jawless, Like man try flex on me said he’s in his bag, But now I’m in my suitcase and you still don’t see me brag, I bet my bars go over your head like the sun, I’m doing this cuz tragedy I ain’t doing this for fun, But I’m from Ireland you don’t really see our rappers blow up, Unless your talking bout ink when he blows up his opp, Did you understand that cuz it’s mad hating on the kid and I ain’t even bad, Ino it’s jealousy you want what I have and I’ve had what you had, my bad, Look, I’m gonna switch my flow, what I spit most of you already know, Like my flow is mad sometimes hard to follow, These other youtes try spit but all they know is swallow, Just a kid grinding from the get go, And I ain’t gon lie my ends really ain’t ghetto, But it’s tuff we selling goodies I ain’t talking Cornetto, I just wanna see mumzy in a German like eo, What you know about growing up on beans and toast, I switched up I’m balling now we eating proper roast, Here’s a tip it’s all about mentality, and in reality, I’m just tryna make a tax free salary, I’m an artist not talking gallery, Got punch lines like Mohammad Ali, Except when I pull up it’s no face no case and I’m rocking a bally, Did you understand them bars coming quick like a Ferrari, My bad let me slow down and say sorry
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yes sir!
Listen I'm gutted, I don’t know what luck is
I'm making my money double but keep spending it on rubbish
I keep stacking, most of my team's trapping
Feeling like an idiot though, I ain't really been rapping
But I been rapping, been slacking in my prayers
Couple things that I should address but I ain't gonna say it
Where I'm from you're either broke or moving food here
Me and my brother tryna' put 10 down by the new year
And when the girls, act we don’t stay, we move along
Good things come out of things I'm doing wrong
I got her gassed, going mad over my newest songs
I can buy them new Chanel bags and them Louis Vuittons
I signed a deal at 15, I just turned 16
No ones spitting this mean making older look shit
See the kids different, all what you done I did it
But if I'm sitting in the interview room I never did it
Certain beef going on, I think will never finish
Driving through the ends and I can see the devil in it
You either win or lose no there's no settling it
Ak just came with a gym bag with big metal in it
The maddest year of my life, so much of a hype
Mad lows were heartbreaking but they can't damage the highs
Bags under my eyes, bags in my pocket
It’s a money ting, I couldn't give a fuck who’s on it
I couldn't give a fuck who’s bussing off their gun
I want the women and the diamonds and the penthouse for my mum
I just got a phone call from my brother he’s back off on the run
Just touchdown from OT and asking if theirs any grub
The ends has gone fucked can't afford to slip up
So know he’s got his ting tucked when you see him put on his gloves
This summer me and little baton put it on these stunters
Ducking up feds on peds laying it down straight gunners
On the back of the [?], big banks laying it down
Non stop lifting front wheel hardly touching the ground
See me in my senior mez, cost an arm and a leg
Shit is real couple bills when we pass through your ends
Talking to my brother rick thinking its all shit
Tryna' get it in, he should be on the pitch
Brothers move mad over girls start moving different
Jealousy and envy start moving like bitches
I ain't pissed though I'm on a journey to the riches
I think I'm more pissed that I'm openly sinning
I'm open to offers, need to get out the block
Where man are breaking down blocks, wrapping and opening boxes
I made mistakes as well, starting to hate this world
You get more years for putting food on the scales than raping girls
Now how the fuck does that make sense?
I say my surahs and go to sleep when my day ends
And if you wanna' make some money then go re-up again
Friends are costly you’ll have to cut a couple of men
Might get bumped and have to cut a couple of men
These scum open up shop and shut it again
And all these man are fake
Past 25 stunting with a little belt you need to up your weight
You should be stunting in the range your lying to yourself
When your a grown man, what the fuck is a Gucci Belt?
I'm living in the zone where you get murdered for your watch
And I don’t wanna' have to bring no fucking burners to your block
Two grand in my bag skidding swerving from the cops
No licence or insurance praying I don’t get a stop
You man are looking like Americans, you're dressing like your lost
Fabian icing me with shit that ain't even hit the shops
Talking like their top shooters and haven’t even hit a box
I got a quote for 4 5th for that cheesy in a box
Forget the hype I’d rather chase the queen, forget a wife
Sitting down tweeting all day you need to get a life
You man are chasing skets tryna' get ya jeans wet
Before you know, personally I prefer the queens head
The young cannon 16 time to tear the scene
Got my gunners and young loyal brothers that's here with me
I'm the future of this rap shit, it's clear to see
The legacy I just hope you man are hearing me
Loool alright big boi relax i never knew u ber hyping, and so wah if it was someone else instrumental, it sounds perfect just like the original one
What brands the trakky
yea if you actually read the description mate
Certi
I’m just tryna make a living,
But I’m surprised I’m still living,
I been on the ends tryna sell a couple zeds,
But I’m from Ireland step out of place and lose your legs,
No you don’t understand I be trapping pretending I’m rapping,
I don’t carry a knife but I’ve been stabbed in the back no capping,
I started rapping to help me ease the pain,
But it’s like fifa mans addicted to this game,
Same thing cuz I’m tryna be balling,
And if there really is a god then this is my calling,
I’m tryna perfect my flow and be flawless,
While the mandem pulling out the straps and leaving opss jawless,
Like man try flex on me said he’s in his bag,
But now I’m in my suitcase and you still don’t see me brag,
I bet my bars go over your head like the sun,
I’m doing this cuz tragedy I ain’t doing this for fun,
But I’m from Ireland you don’t really see our rappers blow up,
Unless your talking bout ink when he blows up his opp,
Did you understand that cuz it’s mad hating on the kid and I ain’t even bad,
Ino it’s jealousy you want what I have and I’ve had what you had, my bad,
Look,
I’m gonna switch my flow,
what I spit most of you already know,
Like my flow is mad sometimes hard to follow,
These other youtes try spit but all they know is swallow,
Just a kid grinding from the get go,
And I ain’t gon lie my ends really ain’t ghetto,
But it’s tuff we selling goodies I ain’t talking Cornetto,
I just wanna see mumzy in a German like eo,
What you know about growing up on beans and toast,
I switched up I’m balling now we eating proper roast,
Here’s a tip it’s all about mentality,
and in reality,
I’m just tryna make a tax free salary,
I’m an artist not talking gallery,
Got punch lines like Mohammad Ali,
Except when I pull up it’s no face no case and I’m rocking a bally,
Did you understand them bars coming quick like a Ferrari,
My bad let me slow down and say sorry