0:41 Ican’t lie the day my brother died, Apart of me died, I’d say inside but honestly you could tell from the outside, I’m not ashamed to say that i cried, I’m a man but damn losing a brother it’s like losing yourself internal suicide, Somethings missing it’s not quiet right, And now I hear my mother cry, And that just makes me wanna cry, But I’m the man of the house, So I gotta man up and man the house, So when you chat to me about life being hard I press x for doubt, I know people have it harder but no dad around, And when he was it was a competition everyday to hit harder, He got hooked on heroin I’d say karma, But hardly the fix just made him hit harder, He might have been my dad but he weren’t a father, Mumzy moved us out just a little farther, She got a place in the good ends, How unfortunate both her sons weren’t goodness, With the law we had numerous run is, Tried to get a job but couldn’t, No money coming in so I became a ganja farmer, And I know I’m not a barer, I mean I could be but sometimes the truth just hits harder, I hate how nowadays it’s all about being top scorer, Or how many man got bored out, Surf boarder, I’m riding the wave I’m shot caller, It seems nowadays it’s a competition of whose poorer, I’m trying to discover the world like Dora, Or maybe build summit like bob and wendy, That’s another metaphor for ya, Or was it a simaly English I don’t care for ya, It’s hard in school when the world isn’t meant for ya, It’s hard on roads when everybody has sent for ya, I’m Trench stepping, Heavy stepping, Gotta clean my clothes it smells like the flat I slept in, Burn the clothes, With my bros if your messing, Wear the same clothes for 2 weeks and they smell cus I’m sweating, I pray to god but I ain’t religious, I think sometimes it’s better to trick yourself into thinking Theres someone always with us, If you born poor then everybody assumes that your killers, They lore us in and then trick us, Why do you think the olders always picked us, We were easy to manipulate in a way we’re all victims, Then we grow up and get are own victims, Then sing on songs about are convictions, Or how broski backed the smithen, But honestly I wanna be different, They glorify the life, But honestly it isn’t, Even if you make money you probably lost a couple people to the killings, I can’t lie it’s quite thrilling, But after the guys turned pack the feds get to convicting, You gone and lost your life and in pen your the victim, I’m gonna leave it here and give you summit to think on
Stacts and Stacts, I've got my friends backs, just wanna put all my energy on two a Track, to get that paper Stacked, come charging at you and give you a Whack, that shit will make dribble like a spack,, I've owned a mac, but ended up braking it, riding about was shaking it so many people snaking it and faking it gunnar keep making it, always baking it its got weight in it sat painting, weather all wank it's 🌧 makes me all depressed, pissed wet through am Stressed, I need to get dressed, sick of being messed, am annoying like a pest, red redemption am going riding to the West,
One day I'll make it all happen One day I won't have to ration Ill make opportunities just so I can grab em One day I'll have the p to buy the best bought fashion.
Hook......how can a woman give birth to a kid that she carried for 9 months then leave when he's born.....aren't you curious. .....don't you want see how I turned up like.....
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0:41
Ican’t lie the day my brother died,
Apart of me died,
I’d say inside but honestly you could tell from the outside,
I’m not ashamed to say that i cried,
I’m a man but damn losing a brother it’s like losing yourself internal suicide,
Somethings missing it’s not quiet right,
And now I hear my mother cry,
And that just makes me wanna cry,
But I’m the man of the house,
So I gotta man up and man the house,
So when you chat to me about life being hard I press x for doubt,
I know people have it harder but no dad around,
And when he was it was a competition everyday to hit harder,
He got hooked on heroin I’d say karma,
But hardly the fix just made him hit harder,
He might have been my dad but he weren’t a father,
Mumzy moved us out just a little farther,
She got a place in the good ends,
How unfortunate both her sons weren’t goodness,
With the law we had numerous run is,
Tried to get a job but couldn’t,
No money coming in so I became a ganja farmer,
And I know I’m not a barer,
I mean I could be but sometimes the truth just hits harder,
I hate how nowadays it’s all about being top scorer,
Or how many man got bored out,
Surf boarder,
I’m riding the wave I’m shot caller,
It seems nowadays it’s a competition of whose poorer,
I’m trying to discover the world like Dora,
Or maybe build summit like bob and wendy,
That’s another metaphor for ya,
Or was it a simaly English I don’t care for ya,
It’s hard in school when the world isn’t meant for ya,
It’s hard on roads when everybody has sent for ya,
I’m Trench stepping,
Heavy stepping,
Gotta clean my clothes it smells like the flat I slept in,
Burn the clothes,
With my bros if your messing,
Wear the same clothes for 2 weeks and they smell cus I’m sweating,
I pray to god but I ain’t religious,
I think sometimes it’s better to trick yourself into thinking Theres someone always with us,
If you born poor then everybody assumes that your killers,
They lore us in and then trick us,
Why do you think the olders always picked us,
We were easy to manipulate in a way we’re all victims,
Then we grow up and get are own victims,
Then sing on songs about are convictions,
Or how broski backed the smithen,
But honestly I wanna be different,
They glorify the life,
But honestly it isn’t,
Even if you make money you probably lost a couple people to the killings,
I can’t lie it’s quite thrilling,
But after the guys turned pack the feds get to convicting,
You gone and lost your life and in pen your the victim,
I’m gonna leave it here and give you summit to think on
Shit
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To understand me have to understand my Influence. I grew up angry guess my mother wasnt into it.......
Yo I know the beat says free, but I got some pain to put down on this one, whoever made this beat contact me
Free for non profit bro 🤘 for beat licensed click the link in the description 💿
Stacts and Stacts,
I've got my friends backs,
just wanna put all my energy on two a Track,
to get that paper Stacked,
come charging at you and give you a Whack,
that shit will make dribble like a spack,,
I've owned a mac, but ended up braking it, riding about was shaking it
so many people snaking it
and faking it
gunnar keep making it, always baking it its got weight in it
sat painting, weather all wank it's 🌧 makes me all depressed, pissed wet through am Stressed, I need to get dressed, sick of being messed, am annoying like a pest, red redemption am going riding to the West,
PO.trade
One day I'll make it all happen
One day I won't have to ration
Ill make opportunities just so I can grab em
One day I'll have the p to buy the best bought fashion.
Hook......how can a woman give birth to a kid that she carried for 9 months then leave when he's born.....aren't you curious. .....don't you want see how I turned up like.....