Off the Record 2
This one's 'Off the Record'
Reece in the building
I don't even know if that makes any sense
I don't name for fame, neither do I name to shame
But I'm learning more and more, this is a pagan game
I'm learning more and more, these other rappers hate in vain
I know I got to be the bigger man to make the change
I know I got to be the smarter man and make a change
Man are getting caught in feelings and stating names
I'm trying to stay focus, I can't break again
You lucky this ain't 08 cos man will take ya
Yo, I got niggas in their feelings
Of course I'm ruthless, the whip ain't got no ceilings
Niggas hearts man they're changing like the seasons
It's arms house I'm at your mum's with my demons
I'm just counting blessings and I'm learning lessons
Trying to usher my way through without no confessions
Tinie said he rates me highly, man that shows progression
I'm what they in to from the South to the Western, I ain't stressing
Fam, I'm trying to make my Marge proud
And help her out cos there was times I weren't allowed
Nothing was the same I got my head up in the clouds
When you make it where I'm from you scream that shit and scream it loud
Krept and Konan put me on and that's something I won't forget fam
But I'm not here to be no shadow of no next man
But saying that, it's still play dirty to the death fam
I'm signed to Sony, my niggas they signed to Death Jam
There's so much to say, but imma save that for an interlude
So stop asking me the same shit in these interviews
Playing a game, but were you win to loose
These rappers they do anything for flipping views
Fuck another diss track, my nigga I ain't in that
I couldn't take a break I was out there serving Kit-Kats
I'm trying to buy a 6 yard, you trying to get a 6 pack
You can't relate if you don't live that
Fam, I gave my sister my house, gave my sister my house
To give my nephews a future, I gave my sister my house
Now I'm in a fucking pent I used to live on a couch
But when you tell my fucking story don't miss that shit out
I was in court, watch my big brother get a twelve
He just had a little girl, he ain't home until she's twelve
You wouldn't believe bruh he was the man behind the scales
Now we're here talking about jails
What's your name ringing bells if you haven't got your freedom
What does your rep mean if you ain't no longer breathing
We all trying to prove a point but I can't figure the meaning
It's all fun until your mum's grieving
I buried her best friend at 16
I'm praying that we all make it through summer 16
Nobodys got the drive but everybody's got the talk, yeah they wanna live dreams
I'm ready just make sure the whips clean
I helped my mum get out the ends before I got myself a benz
Put off all my friends I don't want them shotting tens
Yeah they drive me round the bend, but I still lend before I spend
It's cliché if you in my company, then I defend
Money can't buy your heart
The sterling didn't change me then why would it start
I'm at festivals and I didn't have to chart
They said we wouldn't make it out the play park
Reece in the building
I don't even know if that makes any sense
I don't name for fame, neither do I name to shame
But I'm learning more and more, this is a pagan game
I'm learning more and more, these other rappers hate in vain
I know I got to be the bigger man to make the change
I know I got to be the smarter man and make a change
Man are getting caught in feelings and stating names
I'm trying to stay focus, I can't break again
You lucky this ain't 08 cos man will take ya
Yo, I got niggas in their feelings
Of course I'm ruthless, the whip ain't got no ceilings
Niggas hearts man they're changing like the seasons
It's arms house I'm at your mum's with my demons
I'm just counting blessings and I'm learning lessons
Trying to usher my way through without no confessions
Tinie said he rates me highly, man that shows progression
I'm what they in to from the South to the Western, I ain't stressing
Fam, I'm trying to make my Marge proud
And help her out cos there was times I weren't allowed
Nothing was the same I got my head up in the clouds
When you make it where I'm from you scream that shit and scream it loud
Krept and Konan put me on and that's something I won't forget fam
But I'm not here to be no shadow of no next man
But saying that, it's still play dirty to the death fam
I'm signed to Sony, my niggas they signed to Death Jam
There's so much to say, but imma save that for an interlude
So stop asking me the same shit in these interviews
Playing a game, but were you win to loose
These rappers they do anything for flipping views
Fuck another diss track, my nigga I ain't in that
I couldn't take a break I was out there serving Kit-Kats
I'm trying to buy a 6 yard, you trying to get a 6 pack
You can't relate if you don't live that
Fam, I gave my sister my house, gave my sister my house
To give my nephews a future, I gave my sister my house
Now I'm in a fucking pent I used to live on a couch
But when you tell my fucking story don't miss that shit out
I was in court, watch my big brother get a twelve
He just had a little girl, he ain't home until she's twelve
You wouldn't believe bruh he was the man behind the scales
Now we're here talking about jails
What's your name ringing bells if you haven't got your freedom
What does your rep mean if you ain't no longer breathing
We all trying to prove a point but I can't figure the meaning
It's all fun until your mum's grieving
I buried her best friend at 16
I'm praying that we all make it through summer 16
Nobodys got the drive but everybody's got the talk, yeah they wanna live dreams
I'm ready just make sure the whips clean
I helped my mum get out the ends before I got myself a benz
Put off all my friends I don't want them shotting tens
Yeah they drive me round the bend, but I still lend before I spend
It's cliché if you in my company, then I defend
Money can't buy your heart
The sterling didn't change me then why would it start
I'm at festivals and I didn't have to chart
They said we wouldn't make it out the play park
Credits
Writer(s): Clive Alderman Brooks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.