Strife

Chat all you like, that life you ain't living it
Talk all you like, I'm the one who's killing it
Worked on my flow the mic I'm feeling it
Roll on my own many ain't getting it
It's a front for their fake ass life
You ain't bad 'cus you roll with a knife
Pisses me off no one can use their hands
When they end up in a strife
Chat all you like, that life you ain't living it
Talk all you like, I'm the one who's killing it
Worked on my flow the mic I'm feeling it
Roll on my own many ain't getting it
It's a front for their fake ass life
You ain't bad 'cus you roll with a knife
Pisses me off no one can use their hands
When they end up in a strife

I'm an artist not a rapper
I make music I'm not a trapper
No stunting, no blagger
Got no fear 'cus I'm feelin' badder
Switchin' it up like Messi
In the future like Tesla
Not many seem to get me
Grappling the game like a wrestler
I'm not new to this, been around for time
Preschool days I knew how to rhyme
Creative mind, imaginary lines
Didn't need weed to feel like I'm flying
They don't wanna start it's new to them
The bottom is what they ain't used to then
They see higher stages, higher platforms
Tryna skip levels and be on that form

Can't be on that form
Can't do what I do
Don't know shit about me
You ain't been through what I been through
Might be from out in the sticks
Just know that I don't roll with pricks
You need to stop, claiming you're road
When you can't even move those bricks

Chat all you like, that life you ain't living it
Talk all you like, I'm the one who's killing it
Worked on my flow the mic I'm feeling it
Roll on my own many ain't getting it
It's a front for their fake ass life
You ain't bad 'cus you roll with a knife
Pisses me off no one can use their hands
When they end up in a strife
Chat all you like, that life you ain't living it
Talk all you like, I'm the one who's killing it
Worked on my flow the mic I'm feeling it
Roll on my own many ain't getting it
It's a front for their fake ass life
You ain't bad 'cus you roll with a knife
Pisses me off no one can use their hands
When they end up in a strife

Might see me roll in on my bike
But you won't see me rolling with a knife
I'd rather link gal, get high as a kite
I just come to party, why's everyone wanna fight
Man linked up with Meeks by Moor Street
Back in like 2015
Now my g's on music not doing negative shit
Just getting his P
Man wanna beef but don't at me
At D2 head movement TV
Put on your gloves and do it for charity
Leave me alone and let me MC
Think you're a big man when you're a teen
If you carry on you're not gonna reach 30
Keep it real and be certi
Drop the knife stop tryna do man dirty
For real

Can't compare with I
Can't do what I do
Don't know shit about me
You ain't been through what I been through
Might be from out in the sticks
Just know that I don't roll with pricks
You need to stop claiming you're road
When you can't even move those bricks

Chat all you like, that life you ain't living it
Talk all you like, I'm the one who's killing it
Worked on my flow the mic I'm feeling it
Roll on my own many ain't getting it
It's a front for their fake ass life
You ain't bad 'cus you roll with a knife
Pisses me off no one can use their hands
When they end up in a strife
Chat all you like, that life you ain't living it
Talk all you like, I'm the one who's killing it
Worked on my flow the mic I'm feeling it
Roll on my own many ain't getting it
It's a front for their fake ass life
You ain't bad 'cus you roll with a knife
Pisses me off no one can use their hands
When they end up in a strife



Credits
Writer(s): Meeks World
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