SAD

I just done a 10 minute drive for an unfair fight, that's a four on two
True say this nokia seen half the country, maybe this year I'll start touring too
Man got way too much time on their hands bro try understand who you're talking too
Anyhow my killy come with a razor, that's a free shape up, someone line this yute

Before I stepped in that meeting with sony, I splashed my face, put my phone on vibrate
Just the smell of this pack probably made man's eyes bloodshot and my pupils dilate
Bro I wish I could let man slide but my pride too heavy to let a man violate
If a man want risk it, turn man statistic, my bruce gon' boost up the crime rate

Apparently I glamorise trapping as if man's history is something to brag about
Shit, I ain't got much I can flex with but I got a whole load of shit I can rap about
Bro fuck an еxpensive chain, my rent gets paid when a fiends starts catting out
Really sent out a thousand texts, xxx some shit that I'm sad about

Look I ain't gonna lie to my listeners, if i don't buss this year then I'm done
For years man slung this shit on my ones, next year I need the grub coming in tons
The grind addictive like nicotine, cigarette smoke still fill up man's lungs
In a dilemma like kelly, I need me a belly but I ain't gonna fight for no crumbs

Got word of a vacant spot, now three of us based off taking stock
My young boy on a round trip down to bradford, I like the food that the asians got
This year I'm really on a milly chase, I ain't doing dinner dates, let alone a vacay spot
The hooptie I'm in cost less than my outfit, I couldn't care less about the latest drop

Stepped in a function fresh from the trap, my hoodie tied tight and my sidebag bulging
Way before I heard doja cat, I give the local cats something they can indulge in
Became accustomed to the pressure, whatever they throw at me, you know I ain't folding
Truth be told I never had a problem that a quick phone call and a flicky ain't solving

They tell me to stop freestyling, apparently the music I make ain't mainstream
Shit, as long as the outcome's income, music money never been man's mainstream
The T turns boys to men, shit, glizz was a man way before he turned 18
Best decide how you want to survive, you gon' risk your freedom or risk your safety



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Writer(s): Alexander Marcham
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