Next Up 47
I grew up in the south of the town
Where beef starts to spread
And death comes about
Where friends start to go
And feds come around
There's nowhere to go apart from the ground
We didn't have no P's to touch
I was only little, I didn't know much
No father figure, no smiles in pictures
I'm working hard
It's all for my mom
She would work so hard for a fiver
To call up her mom in Eritrea, with the liker
That's why I'mma make it up
Hope you know I'mma take it up
Try'na stack all my paper up
Hope you know I'mma take it up
Put a middle finger at a hater, 'cause
They don't understand
The way I came through, 'cause
They don't understand the way that I came here
Only made a couple bands on my revelation
I just prayed to the Lord and had patience
'Cause this year is all about elevation
Shutdown Westfield 'cause I can though
No dad on my ones, I'm a man though
No, I ain't no average civilian
13, I banged my first million views
Might recognize from the videos too
Went from a school you to a cool you
Sang a couple tunes now I'm making them moves
Still going school I'm a lyrical you
Everything I see, oh it be a wave
Smiles on my face, my tunes in the rave
No more L's, starting from today
Only going up, can never downgrade
Try'na get my people out of the slums
But keep the respect
'Cause that's where I'm from
The real southside of a London
Where all the shit just has to go
Bang, bang, bang
I don't understand, stand, stand
It's all going mad, mad, mad
When you tell me they're gone
It's all gone wrong
And they won't come back, back, back
How can they just leave like that
How can they just leave like that
When you tell me they're gone
It's all gone wrong
I'm just try'na get away from here
Make my bread and disappear
You can't make success appear
You gotta work that shit up there
Through the ups and downs
I can't shed no tears
Keep my head up and show no fear
Keep it up till the coast is clear
I got to work that shit up there
Through the ups and downs
I can't shed no tears
Keep my head up and show no fear
Keep it up till the coast is clear
You got to work that shit up there yeah, yeah
Where beef starts to spread
And death comes about
Where friends start to go
And feds come around
There's nowhere to go apart from the ground
We didn't have no P's to touch
I was only little, I didn't know much
No father figure, no smiles in pictures
I'm working hard
It's all for my mom
She would work so hard for a fiver
To call up her mom in Eritrea, with the liker
That's why I'mma make it up
Hope you know I'mma take it up
Try'na stack all my paper up
Hope you know I'mma take it up
Put a middle finger at a hater, 'cause
They don't understand
The way I came through, 'cause
They don't understand the way that I came here
Only made a couple bands on my revelation
I just prayed to the Lord and had patience
'Cause this year is all about elevation
Shutdown Westfield 'cause I can though
No dad on my ones, I'm a man though
No, I ain't no average civilian
13, I banged my first million views
Might recognize from the videos too
Went from a school you to a cool you
Sang a couple tunes now I'm making them moves
Still going school I'm a lyrical you
Everything I see, oh it be a wave
Smiles on my face, my tunes in the rave
No more L's, starting from today
Only going up, can never downgrade
Try'na get my people out of the slums
But keep the respect
'Cause that's where I'm from
The real southside of a London
Where all the shit just has to go
Bang, bang, bang
I don't understand, stand, stand
It's all going mad, mad, mad
When you tell me they're gone
It's all gone wrong
And they won't come back, back, back
How can they just leave like that
How can they just leave like that
When you tell me they're gone
It's all gone wrong
I'm just try'na get away from here
Make my bread and disappear
You can't make success appear
You gotta work that shit up there
Through the ups and downs
I can't shed no tears
Keep my head up and show no fear
Keep it up till the coast is clear
I got to work that shit up there
Through the ups and downs
I can't shed no tears
Keep my head up and show no fear
Keep it up till the coast is clear
You got to work that shit up there yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): George Bakopoulos, Izzy Barksdale
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