Breakdown (feat. The Earlies)

Yeah

It's Plan B

Look who signed to 679, it ain't no secret

That pussy old white boy from gate you used to beat up

Even though I made it now, I still can't leap up

You cunts just don't hear me, even when I speak up

Even when I'm spitting real shit, you're still like "I don't feel it"

Make no noise at shows, even when I kill it

You stay slating, this blatant hating going on is frustrating

But I'm still creating and making songs regardless

Cause I don't give a fuck about you bastards

Step to me on mic, I'll eat you then go back for after

Yeah you can rap and that but whacking tracks don't make you artists

When I play live I don't just sing and rap, I write guitar leads

It's acoustic music, but I still spit the hard shit

I'm on some dark shit, dead bodies in the boot of a car shit

This ain't no Nas shit, it starts sick and ends fucked, erratic

Dearly departed, rolled up in a piece of carpet

I tell stories, about the darker side of life

Youts getting sliced, but I necked you with a knife

It's not nice, bout time you fucking took notice

The streets of rife with strife, a life of crime leads to psychosis

Most man don't know this, cause they're

Still going through the struggle

In the city not the suburbs people here don't live in bubbles

Don't get it muddled, money makes you what you are

That's why man you think are dickheads mostly drive expensive cars

Maybe I'll blow, maybe I won't

Maybe I'll just spend my life living on the dole

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Either I just crumble under pressure or go

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

If my time ain't now, even when my album's out

Without a shadow of a doubt, I ain't pulling out

I won't break down

Still I won't break down, still I won't break down

Go back I can't, it's far too late now

Man already hating on me, plus they know my face now

Unless I'm rolling deep or strapped, I can't go back to gate now

It's fate now, will I pull through or crumble under pressure?

My subconscious says "Just a demon, God has sent to test ya"

Alpha Omega, unpredictable like weather

The only thing for certain is forever

No more living life as if there's no tomorrow

If my time is borrowed, then everywhere I go, death follows

But I won't live my life in fear of being swallowed

I accept the fact one day my soul will leave my body hollow

The past few years I've been a man of constant sorrow

Since I signed this record deal, I kept it real not followed

No ink in my lyrics, just blood, sweat and tears

I've been through the worst years

Stabbed in the back by my so-called

Friends and disregarded by my peers

Cause shit that's said when I ain't there always ends up in my ears

One way or another, you snakes will show me your true colour

And when you do, every single one of you will suffer

You cunts

Maybe I'll blow, maybe I won't

Maybe I'll just spend my life living on the dole

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Either I just crumble under pressure or go

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

So what's the story? Morning glory, it's gory

Not only was she raped and killed, but elderly and poorly

I've only just woke up, but already something's drawn me

Into thinking dark thoughts that cut deep like someone bored me

That's the difference, shit affects me

I can't just feel no way, turn the page and sip my Tetley's

Sip my Tetley's, keep on buttering my toast

I've got to exercise this demon cause it haunts me like a ghost

I'm more deep than most, some take me literally

Some take me with a pinch of salt, but how big's a pinch of salt?

Man are quietly impressed but still don't think I'm dope

Or man think I'm dope and everything I say's a joke

All the same though, be on your P's and Q's like Kano

Cause when I set my targets I don't aim low

I aim so my fist connects straight with your face bro

Till it don't look right, like white

Girls who wear their hair in canes though

Maybe I'll blow, maybe I won't

Maybe I'll just spend my life living on the dole

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Maybe I will, maybe I won't

Either I just crumble under pressure or go

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down

Still I won't break down