Fake Tears

Wagwarn man’s ‘ere now

Vision so eerily clear now

Strong contacts and I just spit facts

So they all want more of me here now

They love Cor when he's real loud

Minimum talk when I be out

Not every day cotch and jam, no

Your boys got plans

And I don't need features

Stop bellin’ my phone it ain't

Family, Business, Uber or The Plug

Stop tellin’ my dons

Cuz we stay family through this music

Call the shots

I make tunes and your boy makes chonks

I spit flames and your boy talks floms

We had days in the rough

Now the rough turn smooth then a rarse

And it feels so good

SPR running through my bloodline

From time I've been the illest

Just they never noticed

Close ear to the tek

Mans overly blessed

Upgrade

Man stays in focus

Back then it was Reason with no real reason

These days I spray to get over

Back then I was making beats for the world

And the world said

"Bruv get colder"

So I got colder

Laid vox on beats got older

Bare YouTube vids got watched

And I mean nonstop

‘Til the vibe got moulded

Deep down in the PC folders

Sound of the next up solider

Had times when the dome felt overly gone

But the fire still burns in the moment

No way that I can’t stop

The fire burns deep in my core

My eyes

They don’t know fear

Too high for your fake tears

Slow down, just wait

What can not be rushed is great

Not everyday work and sleep

Man a mind must breathe

So I bun this 8th

Dem man caught in the race

Me and mine switched up lanes

I celebrate life when it seems so right

So I just might party again

Stop smellin’ my bum

For a feature, music, collab

All the above

I'm never in touch

If you're outside, inside, or near me at the club

We show up and the crowd show love

Stay light flexin’ a bit

So what?

Mad hard work It's deserved

But I've got more work to be done

And it feels so good

It's been win after win after win

**** never done it like we did

Top tier bright

Man's bin here writing

I got bars for the shubz and ting

Just stay over there

Way over there

I ain't got time to talkin’ breeze

See me I got options

Stock them

No opps

Cuz I got respect G

Blacked out windows

Tour door sliding

3 shows in a row

Cor what's next?

Gassed up

Been low

But Cor's surviving

Freed up in the dome

Cor what's next?

Fact check me

I don't take L's much

Me and Kaz got a dream

By any means must

Aim for the peak high

Many trees bun

Hold back on the beats

Don't really need one

No way that I can’t stop

The fire burns deep in my core

My eyes

They don’t know fear

Too high for your fake tears