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Yo Yo what do they know 'bout heartache? Heartache How much more can my heart take? How much P can my bars make? I see fuckery and don't partake Go back when I wanted to be R9 And right now I can buy an R8 Yo I'm proud to say I spit bars mate And fuck them lot I'm doing it for our sake Who? Us lot Same dons who were cranked in the bus stop Seen a few fake things and it must stop Hood's hottest and you know that my hood's hot Shoulda seen that Cheque that I just got I remember going halves on draws blood Now they take press shots not mugshots And they all go Janum's tour That's some bullshit that I can't endorse Soft inside but you're hard indoors Crops inside of apartment doors Feels like I won all the hardest wars Mad paranoid what you sharking me for? Act like you ain't seen a Cartier before Few years back it was parties galore But man's grown up don't ask for a truce if you started the war You dumb, nah I'm not gonna mind my own Mad childish but I'm kinda grown Watch who you, let inside your home I spend time alone The same feeling when you can't find your phone Yeah that's heartache bruv Hold it in when you can't take stuff Let it out couldn't give two fucks Nobody loves you like your marjay does, are you mad? Trust man's badder than bad Got one son but I'm everyone's dad Say it with my chest I'm the king of Brum And I stand by that if anyone's mad And if he's pissed off then tell him I'm glad (yeah) I make girls wet like the Evian ad Don't say shh like Headie One's Track Go tell them JayKae's ready, I'm back Yeah it's been a minute Life goes fast like FIFA minutes I'm on a bad boy ting no need for gimmicks Try pull a fast one on me blood I'll take your tool, then beat you with it Make your life hell then leave you in it Yeah it's my life and I don't need you in it Got hotters for sale what litre is it? Got a friend in jail that I need to visit Mmh, yeah it's been long but I can't forget man I do nothing but I still upset man I think I might get a tat on my left hand On the right hand's 2REAL, Depzman (2REAL) Still driving like I can't get banned I can throw it all away in ten minutes Or in half hour I can make ten grand B10 but I don't need ten man I won't roll on you but my friend can (yeah) Got a hammer and I called it West Ham (yeah) Still SHM not a westman Yeah I've come a long way from them days Focus never had them ways Self taught never had senseis So don't watch me make sure your rent's paid Fuck it Half a mil' on the table I still ain't took it Hands reached out but I still ain't shook it Still can't believe how far we've took it Yeah man I've got a bucket list too big for a bucket Friends on a straight path, some on a crooked I tell them don't do anything stupid Yeah I got a Batman now I want a Hulk I don't do smalls man want it in bulk Go and put your head in the pillow and sulk you muppet And I ain't forgot what it's like to be broke You might get shot if you try to provoke Feeding your girlfriend lines of the coke Fuck it That's heartache bruv (woo)
Writer(s): Omari Mosi Woolley, Thomas Lee Mellor, Janum Kahn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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