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'Course I do my thing on a regular basis
Bringing in regular wages
Mandem clock that I'm killing it recently
Now I'm up in them magazine pages
It's funny tho, before I got money tho
Me I got kicked outta mummys home
Shut it

Quick tryna double dose
Still a man troubled though
Still if he trouble tho got him
Just get him
Let me get in the zone

When I'm writing I'm sweating
Should I talk some gas or some truth
Is it fire in the booth or a wet lickle sentence?
Am I blessed to continue
Or should I stop tryna sing too?
You don't know what I been through
I bet you've been through some shit too
Brother what are you into

Are you into this road life or music thing?
Day job thing or a uni thing?
Student loan, did your parents pay it?
Or were you refurbing when your moving in?
Expendable cash have you got that or nah?
Dependable fam have you got that or nah?
Too many questions too many wrongs
Moving expendable, too many scars

But are you the captain of your own ship
Or a next man pulling them strings for you?
The next man gonna bing for you?
Did your girlfriend sing to you?
Have you ever had one into you?
Do you know about the Haitians and Louverture?
Do you read literature, are you illiterate?

Are you into conspiracy theories?
Egyptians and pyramids, lizards, reptilians?
Do you follow the devil?
You into that triangle hand symbolism in videos?
Is it fry up or cheerios, fuck it though
Mans gotta hear me though, see me though
Breaking inside cause it's harder than cycling downhill with a rude dude my brother
You were goon with the few that's a crew my brother, hyped up might just move 5 brothers

But too many slippery snakes in the grass
Want a slice of my cake
That's a pain in the arse
Now I'm at shows, outraising the dawgs and
I'm wondering how have I made it this far?

Most of the time these people inclined
To ignore how they get to the place that they are
Ah! Forget that blood
Fix some, pack up
Moves to her space
Have a blaze with their moms

Most man I know need a 1/8th to be calm
Paranoid thoughts bring pain in their bars
Breaking inside cause its hard for a star
When you're trapped in a belt that is larger than large

So, one time for the young minds
Wagwan if we combine
Your concepts plus mine
You kill it with the punch line
I'll do a little double time

Man said if you gotta be clever
I said obviously it's helping if you're properly read up
But at the end of the day, a brotha can listen to Jigga
And try and mimic his delivery and all of the written's
And that will probably happen to you if you do it better
I gotta keep up with the pace of all the covering enemies
Till I'm catching the packets, obviously ill be left with the recipe
If I'm popping a banner, I'm a boss in my territory like that

HUH!

Still, they wanna watch what the Wiz do
Man went from cotching to pingu
To blotting, to hindus
Then back to the igloos, I'm cold
Out here man are just big news
Drop shit, need, big news
Get big views
Out here tryna make sense
May kiss whose intellect

Progress, not this news
This life is bullshit that we're into
Thats why I say know your position
Too many xenophobes making decisions
Too many xenophobes changing the system

And beating your demons is harder than smoking a spliff
When depressed to suppress your emotions
I need to address all these feelings evoking
Instead of just breathing the cro ting

Yeah I do my thing on a regular basis
Mans going through changes
Mandem clocked that I'm different recently
Now they're wondering if I'm insane
It's funny tho

Before I got money tho
Me I got kicked outta mummys home
Shut it
Quick tryna double dose
Still a man troubled though
Still if he trouble tho

Don't trust no one, I don't trust no one
I'm on a road bare cold and I just sew up
CID on a low pro one
In a blacked out whip with a Go-Pro on
I was finna road on a no show one
But the block rolled up with the don't go one
This arsehole punched Punk and I rolled one
The smell from the old blunt make your throat numb
Feds hopped out thats when they all run
Cah man moved weight like Hulk Hogan
Still I got away yeah man I showed em
Cause you can't match the O's lungs for the whole run
Stopped off Tom's cah man are older
And went home for a shower cah I had an odour
Went checkout for a bag of hors d'oeuvre
Then I gave some to my dad and my old dear
Gave some to my pals and my olders
Cah nothing gets man lean like an L does
Now I'm at the pier
If a man ah bell us I be there by the helter you know the skelter
Spray a lickle fire but you couldn't melt us
Swear last week you were saying that you felt us
I was walking but it weren't Selma
Now man wanna sell my song will tell ya

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