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Frank Ekwa - Relationships [Music Video] | GRM Daily
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Frank Ekwa
Frank Ekwa
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frank Ekwa
Frank Ekwa
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
6IXVI
6IXVI
Mastering Engineer
Levelle London
Levelle London
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

They had me away for a bit But I'm back now Yo I told her shorty right now I can't do relationships I'm in the bando bicarb yolo tryna make that whip I told my yungen 07:30 better make that shift Cause if you let me down today I'll be replacing it The cars, the clothes, the rent the waps Whatever I needed the bando payed for it Whenever I just got a charge And I knew I had to beat it I would put my palms together and I pray for it That's not the only time when a thug prays Cah when I lost my nigga made my heart ache I'm juggin' I'm finessin' I'm in class A I got my eye open for any CIDs or narc plates These yungens anti-social with a hard face They keep it mute in interview rooms means they won't speak I got some questions in my mind I needed answering Like why Ayesha always turn up when I'm half dead I trust my nigga Spizzy driving in a car chase I got my nigga Presi been there since like year 8 I got my bruddas got my niggas Got my niggas got my bruddas And they pull up when me and Ambush are on stage I'm conscious of your feelings I won't take the piss Before I hit the trap I wanna taste your lips I realise how I'm living is not the safest But if you make it where I'm from it would be amazing (Cause if you make it where I'm from it would be amazing) (Can be amazing) I can feel the spring cutting through the mattress And every step I'm taking forward seems I'm going backwards I don't want no excess paper so I rolled it backwards The Pyrex blew up I just lost a heap of grub Which I need to recuperate this year I won't be romantic My dawg was homeless every morning I would feed him sandwich We never had no father figures the streets made us savage We used to throw our fists around then we turned to stabbings Shit became a trend so we followed fashion I had a passion for basketball now I'm out here slangin' If I ever told you a lie then bitch I'm sorry When I'm out here trapping I just don't want you to worry I found out prison could be fake after I done some crashings They turned into some DJs remixing what had happened I kept my enemies close, kept my friends closer It be your own people waiting on your downfall (It be your own people waiting on your downfall) (It be your own) Apologise to my fan for the excuses They had me locked in the can due to them loose lips And every little situation I threw deuces Back up on the road baby there's a amusement (Back upon the road baby bringing that new shit) (I'm back upon the mains baby tell me your new fear) (Touching on that pussy and I love it's elusive) (Double up the profit and I done what I do best)
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