Trials & Tribulations
This relationship has turned to such a sunken ship
It's fucked it's shit, weak love, i spit
Girl theres more hate between us than Bloods n' Crips
Fuck what you think, the devil dressed as an angel
I tell the world to suck my dick, got my pants at my ankles
We fight the same are we thinkin' this'll help us
Fuck with me my hearts colder than the fingertips of elsa
Im trippin' on what i might do whilst im trippin on what you will do
Been through many bitches but fuck them baby bitches it's still you
It's still you, hate to see you've moved on
Dream of runnin into you man i've been caught on you for too long
How the fuck am i supposed to admire these bitches
These fuckin' bitches, i'll set fire to these bitches
And now im caught in it, stuck recording these issues
It don't make sense to none im stuck
It's fucked my luck is up
I'm down, im up, im down again
I hate the way i think i wish i could drain this water im drownin' in
Expect the worst it seems what goes around just keeps on comin' around again
Check the mirror n tell yaself that ya nothin
Face the odds ya facin n chase the dream that ya stuck in
Head held high, i stay the topic of discussion
I stay determined watch i'll grow an empire outta nothin
Flick, lit... listen to how the bong pulls
Could fix the problems we fixin em with the wrong tools
Could fix the problem we fixin em with the wrong tools
Listen to how the bongs pulls
Look, i always stay protected
My life up in my pendant, I came up out the trenches, where life is not a question
You roam around in group cos you're not one out independent
If i said it then i meant it I'm just lettin' out aggression
Was younger hoppin' fences, im used to all the tension
Whilst I'm swimming in the deep-end i got Mary on my necklace
I'm out here tryna get it
I don't give a fuck im not the type to go forget it
Consistent like Nathan Merritt
Too much people out here walkin round
Flexin on the net, you get slept so what you talkin about
Got shivs you wouldn't walk it out
I've drifted from you gronks im like a Kouri gone for walk about
I chalk it out, my family's involved and i won't talk it out
Look, talk about my Trials and Tribulation's either
Love it or you hate it either, way you gonna play it imma
Stubborn little wog so either way im out here chasin
Doin what i need to do to come up strong, i'll never fake it
I just talk about my life and i can't riddle with that
Too many gangsters on the net, don't try to fiddle with that
And where im lyrically at, and that's a fact
What you see is what you get, you get swept you little gronk im never holdin back
I came from a place you get done up, ya times gone the funs up
Ya force to have to run up
They hate you on the come up but, city stand the fuck up
South-west city to the city bout to muck up
Orange line rockin' from the days it was loud I'm saying it proud
From times on the the train from Sydenham all the way to Bankstown
Bankstown out to Sydenham, i know you get the picture growing up around this multicultural right up in the mixture
Always trouble round the back lanes, trouble in the back carriage
Sticking to myself but city's just another rat race
They done my brother in and i just praid to god on that day
They blessed him with the kids for now he's god n' now it's that stage
It's fucked it's shit, weak love, i spit
Girl theres more hate between us than Bloods n' Crips
Fuck what you think, the devil dressed as an angel
I tell the world to suck my dick, got my pants at my ankles
We fight the same are we thinkin' this'll help us
Fuck with me my hearts colder than the fingertips of elsa
Im trippin' on what i might do whilst im trippin on what you will do
Been through many bitches but fuck them baby bitches it's still you
It's still you, hate to see you've moved on
Dream of runnin into you man i've been caught on you for too long
How the fuck am i supposed to admire these bitches
These fuckin' bitches, i'll set fire to these bitches
And now im caught in it, stuck recording these issues
It don't make sense to none im stuck
It's fucked my luck is up
I'm down, im up, im down again
I hate the way i think i wish i could drain this water im drownin' in
Expect the worst it seems what goes around just keeps on comin' around again
Check the mirror n tell yaself that ya nothin
Face the odds ya facin n chase the dream that ya stuck in
Head held high, i stay the topic of discussion
I stay determined watch i'll grow an empire outta nothin
Flick, lit... listen to how the bong pulls
Could fix the problems we fixin em with the wrong tools
Could fix the problem we fixin em with the wrong tools
Listen to how the bongs pulls
Look, i always stay protected
My life up in my pendant, I came up out the trenches, where life is not a question
You roam around in group cos you're not one out independent
If i said it then i meant it I'm just lettin' out aggression
Was younger hoppin' fences, im used to all the tension
Whilst I'm swimming in the deep-end i got Mary on my necklace
I'm out here tryna get it
I don't give a fuck im not the type to go forget it
Consistent like Nathan Merritt
Too much people out here walkin round
Flexin on the net, you get slept so what you talkin about
Got shivs you wouldn't walk it out
I've drifted from you gronks im like a Kouri gone for walk about
I chalk it out, my family's involved and i won't talk it out
Look, talk about my Trials and Tribulation's either
Love it or you hate it either, way you gonna play it imma
Stubborn little wog so either way im out here chasin
Doin what i need to do to come up strong, i'll never fake it
I just talk about my life and i can't riddle with that
Too many gangsters on the net, don't try to fiddle with that
And where im lyrically at, and that's a fact
What you see is what you get, you get swept you little gronk im never holdin back
I came from a place you get done up, ya times gone the funs up
Ya force to have to run up
They hate you on the come up but, city stand the fuck up
South-west city to the city bout to muck up
Orange line rockin' from the days it was loud I'm saying it proud
From times on the the train from Sydenham all the way to Bankstown
Bankstown out to Sydenham, i know you get the picture growing up around this multicultural right up in the mixture
Always trouble round the back lanes, trouble in the back carriage
Sticking to myself but city's just another rat race
They done my brother in and i just praid to god on that day
They blessed him with the kids for now he's god n' now it's that stage
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Caulfield
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