How

How do I get this bread?
How can I get this life?
Do I have to cry to the lord then get on my knees and beg?
How should I build with strength?
How do I drip with sweat?
How can I take this stress off my neck and my chest and my shoulders?
Last year I was losing focus
Now they see me whipped with a blacked out lotus

But its all in my in my mind
On my grind like all of the time
One beat and a pen
The lord on my side
But I don't believe in God I'm not blind

So I have to believe in myself and my dreams
How could I live my life like a fiend for something only I can achieve?
Look for support but I know that it's me

That answers the questions
Like a kid in school who's answering back for a laugh in detention
It's fucked these days
They draw for a weapon
Sparks in a lesson
Gunshots everywhere, life's hard and depressing
My bars are a message
I wanna live large
Most of all I wanna fix this world or we gan regret it

Oh
Shit
There's doubt

How can I do this and how can I do that?
If I stick to my grind like blue tack
I can do anything

How could I lose at
This thing here that we live called life
Check my surroundings I've never seen knives
Never done crime so my life's not trife
Problems somehow shine through my rhymes

So I sing fi mi song
Pass me the phone I can write my wrongs
Down on notes just to right my wrongs
I was riding high till I drowned in funds
In my dreams 20 so I'm childish but

I don't give a fuck
I hoping with luck I can open up
The game
Switch lanes
I'm a broken truck

Cause I Got the capacity
Run this shit like an athlete
Something's trapping me
Holding me back from my health like too many calories
Built for this life
Made in the factory
They just chat to me
But they're shook
Headphones on when you open my book
Look in my heart see the pain in my blood
I crave for the funds like a fucked up crook

Who robs
And steals

No guns
Don't kill

Spill my blood for the funds and appeal so me and my bros can feast on a meal

Feel fulfilled with myself cause I'm real and I also rap but I don't want a deal and I don't think I need one
How does it feel?

To bring me down when it's mountains I build

How do I get this bread?
How can I get this life?
Do I have to cry to the lord then get on my knees and beg?
How should I build with strength?
How do I drip with sweat?
How can I take this stress off my neck and my chest and my shoulders?
Last year I was losing focus
Now they see me whipped with a blacked out lotus

But its all in my in my mind
On my grind like all of the time
One beat and a pen
The lord on my side
But I don't believe in god
I'm not blind

So I have to believe in myself and my dreams
How could I live my life like a fiend for something only I can achieve?
Look for support but I know that it's me

That knew from the start that things fall apart but in 019 I was trapped in a way
Lust in my heart and sex on my mind made a self-inflicted latch on my brain
Packs of the haze
Packrastanation
Procrastinating when I chat to Satan
Fact is basic

That I'm back
Caspars back on the track to attack
But
How could I be back if I never was here?
How do I shine in the dark like moncler?
Hard at the start write bars no progress
017
Fucked up
So stressed

How's there streets full of empty houses
In the uk
When there's so many homeless
Ay BJ switch up your focus
The way this country's run is bogus

But how
How can I breathe when I drown?
How could I live my life for the clout when I hate it it ain't what Caspars about?
I'm doing this properly
Top 3
With the broccoli
I Beg them man to try stop me
You don't wanna send them shots to the top, won't stop till I'm locked with the gwop just watch me



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Writer(s): Ben Gross
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