Lyrics

Life gets tricky More gone few with me Stay strong keep busy That's the motto that I live by I wish a day was longer hours I ain't got But I can't stop always on the job The shift starts at midnight Good energy bun bad mind frienemies No time dead an enemy More time play a melody Nipsey said it best he done said it with his chest They talk behind my back cos nowadays they aren't ahead of me Every day do better make cheddar I'm here to stay like I'm new henna Plate up that food brother I scream fuck em like I'm Hugh Hefner But that's the way that's the way that'S the way that I do this Bedingfield my lane I just gotta get through this Jedus act stupid and claim that they clueless Them jokers can't fool this they foolish I do this to do this they do this to prove this I told em Ya got to get it there's some shit I never said before Living in a one-bedroom flat with my paps Three years I was bringing out a mat onto the second floor Eating butter and rice now man I'm eating nice Come from the gutter Made a couple off the line Lost some brothers in my time I just pray I don't lose any more I don't need a punchline they get it without metaphors See I could break the cycle but really I ain't meant to pause (menopause) Lively with a mic I'm deadly with a pen of course I could write this a hundred times I'd still go tell em more I come from nothing made it into buttons Made it into something then I keep it coming and running till I tell em all I put in work but that ain't nothing I ain't said before I don't dream up anything to benefit my 24 Get up and I pedal mans ready there for any war The icing on the cake but from the start, I took a second course 2018 I took 22 flights just so man could see sights There ain't nothing they could tell me, bro Spread love brother never done fights But if they step it on sight there ain't no telling where that's heading for I don't need a medal or Credit for my efforts I got brothers in the can doing everything they can But a dream ain't going far from where their cell is Went half on a box and he got caught trying to sell his I'm too easy with a pen If I write serious again they miss the point so I just play it out Peter piper never picked a peck of pickled pepper Cos the peck of pickled pepper was really that green shxt Peter Piper went home-smoked the shit like homegrown And that's why we never found the pepper that he picked Man I'm just playing with this shit Man I say it how it is It's K E OK they know I'm the kid
Writer(s): Keon Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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