Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Look
If a man hit lows, and he come downtown
He still has to pay me tax
I got flavours blazing, lose my payment
You know I make it back
[Verse 2]
Can't end up in the dungeon
Losing function, melodies touching hearts
I got dons tryna tell me I'll make it
Bro, you should know this is just the start
Don't make yourself look stupid
'Cause I'm too ruthless
You were never in my lane
Emotions come when I touch them graves
Like you cannot feel my pain
[Verse 3]
Relatives up in the skies
Didn't say goodbye, it just don't feel the same
And the sadness come when the skies get dark
Back then, it was different days
Bros in the trenches, floatin' crow
You can't see my devotion, though
Tesco days, I'm importin' notes
On Insta, gloatin' loads
Fans pop up, tryna say that I'm hard
And all my songs, they feel it
My relatives call me an angel
But my friends could call me a demon
[Verse 4]
I got dons in cages, house invasions
Online when I'm chasing the payment
Pedal-bike swervin', servin' the flavours
Lil bro got the fiends still craving
Old-school friends can turn into pagans
Got brodies with no fathers
It was in the streets where they got their raising
Tears in eyes when I touch at night
Got my relatives up in the skies
So many sins in this thing called life
My bros on the block where they chill like ice
For the payment, they still do crime
Know dons that are in this for life
In a place where right is wrong
We're livin' in a hell where wrongs are right, look
[Verse 5]
In a life of sins
Holders homes get flipped if they try part ways
We the violent kids
And I know that it seems like I'm talkin'
But best believe this a life I live
And these raps really come from the heart
I'm in the alleyway exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef
But I still find out where the pagans live
[Verse 6]
In a life of sins
Holders home's get flipped if they try part ways
We the violent kids
And I know that it seems like I'm talkin'
But best believe this a life I live
And these raps really come from the heart
I'm in the alleyway exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef
But I still find out where the pagans live
[Verse 7]
The ends is filled with danger
I'm gonna need some payment
Smells of the crow still reachin' the neighbours
In the T with smells of the flavours
Took bro's freedom, I couldn't believe it
How they still gonna do him dirty
Free my bro, my darg, my homie
He's in the T, and he's out from early
My young boys puttin' in work
Lose my soul for a finer thing
Tryna make this quick, but for what it's worth
A life of sins is the life I live
And the things that I've seen, man, it can't worse
But in the end, we just end up dead
With none of our bread, just buried in dirt
[Verse 8]
And I'm
In the trenches, sittin' like a fallen soldier
Bro's case still needs some closure
Heart on the lines, we're shoulder to shoulder
And they say when I touch on a mic my mind goes loose and I lose composure
One day I'll be screamin' peace, then I'll kiss my teeth, man, I'm so bipolar
[Verse 9]
You better close them curtains
Life ain't really that perfect
If God's good power is workin'
Why's my guy in the pen still hurtin'?
Young boys in the cut still learnin'
Uber reverse on the mainers swervin'
Them days when I flung them shapes for the day
And me and my grave were flirtin'
[Verse 10]
In a life of sins
Holders homes get flipped if they try part ways
We the violent kids
And I know that I seem like I'm talkin'
But best believe this a life I live
And these raps really come from the heart
I'm in the alleyway exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef
But I still find out where the pagans live
[Verse 11]
In a life of sins
Holders homes get flipped if they try part ways
We the violent kids
And I know that I seem like I'm talkin'
But best believe this a life I live
And these raps really come from the heart
I'm in the alleyway exchanging things
Don't get me wrong, I don't want no beef
But I still find out where the pagans live
[Verse 12]
Holders homes get flipped if they try part ways
We the violent kids
And these raps really coming from the heart
I'm in the alleyway exchanging things
But I still find out where the pagans live
[Verse 13]
Holders homes get flipped if they try part ways
We the violent kids
And these raps really coming from the heart
I'm in the alleyway exchanging things
But I still find out where the pagans live
Written by: Kyle Evans, Nathan Matindo