Whatever in it, know me homie,
show me what I'm used to seeing
Never in a pose -ish to spend money,
I'm used to being broke
Dreaming, dreaming about dreams
I used to be in
Dreaming about people pleasing with the
music that we bang our heads to
The ish that makes your toes tap,
you don't rap
Know the words that flow back,
like having a love -hate relay
Like when you say you hate wee,
but take a blow back
Know that I've never had
a dragging army lifetime
Let me set the record straight
We are not posed as a raw minion
because I'm never not that I never had a snot rag,
I had a sticky sleeve
No friends or girlfriends
that could've been living or
giving me sympathy
The loony who let myself give in to me
But at that age,
guinea pigs are the fat stage
Labour for labels
that never knew why we acted ways
I never anger driven, righteous rebel
Stand for what I stand for
Lead by example of
a handful full of stories
Like a bingo with my nan
Do good things when I can
Walk the streets, kick a can
Life around was never sad
You want more, feed your money
We're poor but it's lovely
It bugs me like bunny
We can never default to 3D
So, you wan na sling the fire
I wanna sling it back
You wanna hurl abuse
I feel to hurl attacks
But I hold myself, control myself
Count to ten and start again,
I'm rapping from the bounce
They need to get up,
get out and get something
Get up off your couch
They need to get up,
get out and get something
I'm living for the I'm
living for the
Advancing when I was spitting
like a retard in art class
Failed but then ex celled through
the years above my weight class
Chops in which led me to boxing
so back up, back up
When I never snap a jab
I swing my back, drop, drop
I'm on my tippy toes,
rocking with that hippie flow
No I'm never flipping those,
flipping, dipping hippie hoes
It's a relieving evening,
we're being aware
and trainers training hate
And I'm even fleeting today,
yesterday was stress
Today is kinda blessed,
never have I ever not brought
out the best in who me
Feel the roar when I'm rolling,
controlling my souls up in my slit back
Sit back when I hit back, it's life
They wanna sling the fire,
I wanna sling it back
They wanna feel abuse,
I feel to feel attacks
But I hold myself, control myself
Count to ten and start again,
I'm rapping from the bounce
They need to get up, get out
and get something,
get up off your couch
I'm out this gate like a greyhound
You think I coach Hendricks,
the way I make such a great sound
Ain't no one eatin' round me
so put the plate down
I'm from the streets
so when I see the police
I still put my face down
Hood up, I still hold my hood up
Had it on my back
and all my homies wish me good luck
I know that I did wrong,
I'm about to try make -up
Hear that they been sleepin'
on me
but it's about time they wake up
They're talkin' shit cuz,
why are you so fake cuz?
I'ma send all of the boys
to the atmosphere
and this must shake us
You ain't gettin' no love,
like tip -wines from acres
Sorry for talkin' dirty
but it's been a year since I made love
Mr. Aker, Mr. Vander got locked up
Don't think I'm clever
but I'm bigger than a monster
They been talkin' nonsense,
thought that I would be washed up
Just because I did my time
and then I cleared my conscience,
now what's the point?