Lyrics

What what? Where do I start, where do I begin There's only one closet: I am Him An Entrepreneur, doing my thing What I call life, you're calling a sin Into this session, confessions I bring I'm one of the livest, minus the bling Catch me, you can't call me stupid My car won't start but I flow exclusive, elusive Some don't get it Want to talk back but they ain't got credit Forget it, I found not to care what you think As long as I tear it down; I can be younger, older, A whole lot colder Hung as a horse, Trust I'm a soldier It's not what I say, it's how I put it It's not what I press, it's how I push it I'm old school, dull boy mentality If I can't get it, my friend can't actually Crashing me better, gradually stacking Bad habits to give up, we're making it, pack it. This outfit, Imma keep it clean I'm not offensive but I get obscene They should've known not to fuck with me That's tough shit, now they're stuck with me Refrain: You don't know me, no So don't judge me how can I ever win If you don't listen To the words I say You're just scared cause I'm something new You don't know me I've been with the grind Kings and coats and killer design Pirate laws, I'll lift up your hind It's time consuming, things to find Find a studio, find a block Find the keys that get to the top Secure the rig, tripwire the lock Get London locked, try not to drop. Man I've been there, man I've got the rep Won a few battles but I've lost my breath Went on MTV and got played to death, Still I never got a deal, never got a cheque I took from the rags to the show delivered Sold on ebay to the highest bidder Got all the cash back and it all got worse That's just my day laid out in a verse.
Writer(s): Neil Richard Claxton, Christopher Barry Baker, Andrew Simon Ioannou Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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