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Kaniva
Kaniva
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Kaniva
Kaniva
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Tryp
Tryp
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Wonda
Wonda
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Gotta tuck my chain in for this one fam Yeah Mummy says, "I should probably listen to what mummy says" Yeah Look! Man I've had depression and anxiety for years More time I just deal with it Nah I weren't confiding in my peers I find it hard to be happy And I don't voice it much So when the shit gets a lot My mood changes like a nappy And then these females they holla Tellin' me they care but I don't trust no one dawg I don't need that wahala See my replies turn shit Can't tell I got stability bro I'm just providing them with small talk and dick This freestyle's awkward as shit And people gonna shout me asking why I never spoke And people gonna tell me, "Come to them when I can't cope" Bro sometimes I'm low I don't want no reasoning I want a high place and rope And then my pride flares through Like, "How dare you be so ungrateful?" Look how the Lord spared you You went from hopeless and homeless to Chilling in a home, King Food in your belly bro You're sitting in some cold skin They got no idea Like I ain't seen my daughter in a whole damn year Bro I had to write this tryna hold back tears She's gonna get older Asking me where I was And that's the road I fear It's like how'd this get so fucked? I think how am I supposed to love this lil' girl When I hate her mum so much? Like none of this was planned I wanna run away, but if I don't sit and face Then how the fuck am I a man It's like mirror, mirror who am I? And that's pennies worth for pounds For all the times that I thought about suicide And all dem stupid violations that I threw aside But if I died cuzzy who would ride? Nah If I died cuzzy who would care? Like I was down cuzzy who was there? Like Kaniva, if I knew I swear fuck that All them violations now are done ahh Let a nigga violate I'm at his mum's gaff That shit's getting kicked down I take justice into my own hands Do my 'ting and do a sit down Cause people take kindness for weakness Until I react And I ain't dead with stab wounds and not breathing I'm so fucking fed up Bro I'm so fucking drained And I can tell a hundred councilors all my story And nothin' won't fucking change And I could write a hundred of these freestyles ma bruda And there'll still be some pain So much thoughts in my brain you couldn't fathom And they're still hauntin' my brain That's why I can't listen to you fake arse rappers You man are talkin' the same All these fabricated videos, it's all bullshit That's why they call it a game But I been doing this since Piggy in the middle Watching EastEnders Chelsea and Squiggle You know my dawg You niggas talkin' bout' the grind You ain't never been broke You man are name brand shit I had Fanta from Lidlad me Thinking bout' them low days Really broke days, throwing Hella niggas squares on some hitting hope wave I was tryna do everything Seeing all place, I ain't never been bust cuzzy Niggas owe me and now, I'm next up Now it's so shit, we're all mates Man I can't fuck with this industry Man are all fake Send 'em girls too They can go to hell too Hella tricks in this game dawg, you gotta hold L2 Oh! I mean L1 Niggas hittin' sell son See him on the block, come Posted like the mailman Slow and steady wins the race I was moving snail don Now I be the reason why your girl got her nails done And dem man good yolks My niggas road ahh My jiggas don't ring Cah they think the phones tapped So mad Ruth's watching Ceebeebies And I was boom boom like Basil Brush Manna get your bro crashed No line in your bars And no we don't condone that Cause I ain't gotta lie I'm a grown man Me I spit the good, bad, the ugly That's the good times and fuckries I was quiet for a period Now I got my flow back I was on my Jone Jacks Nah I mean Jack Jones Stained by a couple brudas They ain't have no backbones Good yutes, ran bad boys Tryna jack phones Get the sim back Take his oyster card Tell him walk back home School times, couldn't do the cross country But my niggas push fluid All across country I just wanna make tunes and watch my songs buss me God I'ma beat to my beats Yeah my songs bust me Mummy says, "I should probably listen to what mummy says" I should probably listen to what mummy says What mummy says What mummy says Yeah! Mummy says, "I should probably listen to what mummy says" I should probably listen to what mummy says What mummy says What mummy says
Writer(s): Kwadjo Antwi Ahenkorah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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