Grime

Niggas thinking about All the stress
Way been sup in the past
Make you know say life is very fast
Check my hommies
Check my hommies
Some fell in the race
You know its a game
Our shooters got no face
OnGod
They got no trace too

Always sipping my lin with my smoke
She calling me
I know she a hoe
We just act And play role
I have been in my zone
With my wolfs Dem go bite for me
Mummy always praying for me
Daddy keeps watching me
Cos
He in heaven and that's good for me
Imma see him again once it ends for me

Niggas working two four seven
We still armed with the 7
My gang
Na 7 gang
Making 7 Ms
We gat guns
If your goons slip
We gon bang

I got to tell you
Your girl is in my home
She is watching tele
Remember
When We was chasing slips
You was chasing bitch
You was chasing bitch
Now we got homes in the east places
Your heart got broken into different pieces

Got many dreams I'm chasing
We not talking bout any
Cos you not help me chase it
Never drank a henny
Still on this grind even when it seems so early
When dad say no food or money
So we had to stay hungry
From night until morning

Nobody got me like i do
I Hustle and pay all my bills
This Ladies wants me to say I DO
I don't speak a lot to this jus
Keep in mind
After the reggae
We go play the blues

I love mj so much
Don't ever Wanna do cocaine
When it gets crazy
We go pop Pills
And
Do codine
We are speaking BT
We talking in code in

My brain never comes through When I'm rapping
The mouth just Speaks what The body and soul Has been through
All we do is hustle and motivate Like 2 pac And nipsey Hussle

My brain never comes through When I'm rapping
The mouth just Speaks what The body and soul Has been through
All we do is hustle and motivate Like 2 pac And nipsey Hussle



Credits
Writer(s): Martins Odiegwu, Chimezie Odiegwu
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