Stick Ya Chest Out
Rudeboy rudeboy rudeboy
Rudeboy, haha, yeah
Rudeboy in the ends
Roll on me own coz me don't need no friend, na
Rudeboy in the ends
Roll on me own coz me don't need no friend, na
Pain is a part of me
Forever but I'm never giving up on my people til' we can live in harmony
I sacrificed so much for this rap game
Tryna make a name for myself stuck in the fast lane
When I was young, all I wanted was to be a little older
But now I'm grown I'm wishing that the days moved slower
I got so many questions in my head, bound to be depressed
Don't let the bastards bring you down
So stick your chest out
Put my neck on the line every time that I rhyme
And get the stress out
Stuck inside a sesh house for many years
Now I'm saving money instead of spending it all on my next ounce
I had to make a plan
Me and Chan took it up a level from sinning
Now we're winning coz we know we can
I'm getting stronger every day, tryna learn who I am
Whilst your sleeping I'm reaping to be a better man
Punishing my foes
Hellfire I burn em with internally, I'm coming for everything they owe
If there's one thing I know
It's that when I'm suffering that's the only time I grow
4am I'm running because demons are coming
Down hardest on those with the brightest colours
I'm all about living to the fullest
But we only progress when we suffer
Lad, I'm done being bad
It only gets me sad
Wanna be the dad that I never had
When I have my kids I don't wanna have
Nothing to set me back
Like these little slags looking for another bag
Or a fucking shag
Bitch your irrelevant
To my life and there's no room in this room for elephants
Hell with em', get rid
And even if it means I've gotta do an exorcism
Whilst your bedridden with a tens of izm
Repetitions of me in your head has got you forever smitten
Should have known better
But a clever kitten's not killed by curiosity, is it?
My love's infinite but can die in just a minute
If your not fully in it
Thought I'd be running back but never did it
Wicked like the devil, admit it
Sixes are trebled in digits
Bitches are making the hitlist
It's coz they're taking the biscuit
Rudeboy, haha, yeah
Rudeboy in the ends
Roll on me own coz me don't need no friend, na
Rudeboy in the ends
Roll on me own coz me don't need no friend, na
Pain is a part of me
Forever but I'm never giving up on my people til' we can live in harmony
I sacrificed so much for this rap game
Tryna make a name for myself stuck in the fast lane
When I was young, all I wanted was to be a little older
But now I'm grown I'm wishing that the days moved slower
I got so many questions in my head, bound to be depressed
Don't let the bastards bring you down
So stick your chest out
Put my neck on the line every time that I rhyme
And get the stress out
Stuck inside a sesh house for many years
Now I'm saving money instead of spending it all on my next ounce
I had to make a plan
Me and Chan took it up a level from sinning
Now we're winning coz we know we can
I'm getting stronger every day, tryna learn who I am
Whilst your sleeping I'm reaping to be a better man
Punishing my foes
Hellfire I burn em with internally, I'm coming for everything they owe
If there's one thing I know
It's that when I'm suffering that's the only time I grow
4am I'm running because demons are coming
Down hardest on those with the brightest colours
I'm all about living to the fullest
But we only progress when we suffer
Lad, I'm done being bad
It only gets me sad
Wanna be the dad that I never had
When I have my kids I don't wanna have
Nothing to set me back
Like these little slags looking for another bag
Or a fucking shag
Bitch your irrelevant
To my life and there's no room in this room for elephants
Hell with em', get rid
And even if it means I've gotta do an exorcism
Whilst your bedridden with a tens of izm
Repetitions of me in your head has got you forever smitten
Should have known better
But a clever kitten's not killed by curiosity, is it?
My love's infinite but can die in just a minute
If your not fully in it
Thought I'd be running back but never did it
Wicked like the devil, admit it
Sixes are trebled in digits
Bitches are making the hitlist
It's coz they're taking the biscuit
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Writer(s): Danny Dawson
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