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Practice Pays
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Practice Pays was released on January 16, 2026 by ETP Records as a part of the album Practice Pays - Single
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Release DateJanuary 16, 2026
LabelETP Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Matthew ⠀Morgan
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew ⠀Morgan
Songwriter
Aaron ⠀Dixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matthew ⠀Morgan
Producer
Aaron ⠀Dixon
Producer

Lyrics

If practice paid, then by now I should be a billionaire
You should see all these beats I've made on my laptop
Drives on drives, it's silly, I swear
I'm slick yeah I'm stylin' and profilin, I'm like Flair
And they try cut me off
But I just come back thicker like hair
Them man wouldn't say boo to a goose fam
And if they did it wouldn't give them a scare
It's all good thinking it's fun and games
Till I spin a man round like he's been at the fair
If practicing paid then I should have a hell of a dividend share
Cause I need payin' for all these hours spent pickin' a snare
Yo, if practicing paid then I'd have a stinkin' yard
With a cellar downstairs and a built-in bar
Each day I'd be drivin' a different car
With a chef no less than a Michelin
All I can do till then is just carry on prayin
On a distant star that the road get smoother
Cause it's been hard to manoeuvre through this belligerent start
Break down barriers, split them in half
I'll knock your lights out, you can sit in the dark
And I'll tell boss man to fuck himself
If he tells me cards have a minimum charge
My name's Error and I'll write a million bars
I'll probably only ever spit in my yard
Then scrap cause I don't think they're hittin' as hard
As they was when I scribbled them down
Fifteen years in, still tryna figure my sound
I go hard on the riddem, if practicing paid
Then I should have a billion pound
My girl goes mad bout the bassline, shakin' the wall
Yeah she's sick of the sound
I'm sick with the flows, I'm sick with the beats
Yeah I think you could say I'm just sick all around
My kids say I'm cringe cause I rap
And I don't ever think that I'm livin' it down
I feel like a bit of a prick
When recording myself on my phone in the middle of town
Yeah I might look barking mad but I'm sick as a hound
So don't come over here sniffing around
Get bagged and binned like shit on the ground
Get bagged and binned bro I'll dash them away
When I let them go cold like scraps on my plate
Man I've got a box full of lines and hooks
I'm reeling them in, they're the catch of the day
And you ain't tackling me, this ain't match of the day
You best watch your wife man, she's casting away
Yeah she asked for the rod but I've packed it away
I'm an idiot cause I buy 3.5's hoping they last me the day
Now the weed man's cussing me out
Cause of all of the times that I've made him lap the estate
I just made the fire, it's a batch of beats
And they're getting sent off like the tackle was late
I think that it's time that I ask for a raise
Let me see some proof that practicing pays
Written by: Aaron ⠀Dixon, Matthew ⠀Morgan
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