By The Rope
Sitting on my fucking phone and sick of feeling fucking low
Feeling like I'm out of town but really I'm just sat at home
Smoking by the pound, my house is smelling like a grow
Sippin' till I drown, hoping I don't overdose
Feeling I got no one close, walking round like a ghost
So I'm getting high until I die to try and kill the lows
Barely get by, my life is hanging by the rope
RM6 till I die, I've got it tattooed on my throat
Grinding all night, writing rhymes, chasing pinky notes
Always doing map, dressed in black, moving like a crow
So my brudda's make a trip to the trap like some billy goats
Growing up on road with no coat in the freezing snow
Praying to a telephone, hoping that ya' belly grow
Sick of feeling fucking broke and sick of feeling fucking low
Hoping one day I make a change, then I make a home
Grinding through the rain and snow so empty pockets gotta grow
Auto pilot like a drone, climbing up a slippy slope
Countless nights I've had to go, feeling like I'm on my own
Taking drugs to numb the pain, hoping I can let it go
Thinking till I go insane cos I'm from the dirt and need to grow
Cos time after time, the people change so let em' go
My ash is white, I hold tight, never seem to fucking fold
So till I'm in the sky, I get high to try and mend the soul
Barely get by, my life is hanging by the rope
Barely get by, my life is Hanging by the rope
Praying to the sky, hoping I don't overdose
Feeling like I'm out of town but really I'm just sat at home
Smoking by the pound, my house is smelling like a grow
Sippin' till I drown, hoping I don't overdose
Feeling I got no one close, walking round like a ghost
So I'm getting high until I die to try and kill the lows
Barely get by, my life is hanging by the rope
RM6 till I die, I've got it tattooed on my throat
Grinding all night, writing rhymes, chasing pinky notes
Always doing map, dressed in black, moving like a crow
So my brudda's make a trip to the trap like some billy goats
Growing up on road with no coat in the freezing snow
Praying to a telephone, hoping that ya' belly grow
Sick of feeling fucking broke and sick of feeling fucking low
Hoping one day I make a change, then I make a home
Grinding through the rain and snow so empty pockets gotta grow
Auto pilot like a drone, climbing up a slippy slope
Countless nights I've had to go, feeling like I'm on my own
Taking drugs to numb the pain, hoping I can let it go
Thinking till I go insane cos I'm from the dirt and need to grow
Cos time after time, the people change so let em' go
My ash is white, I hold tight, never seem to fucking fold
So till I'm in the sky, I get high to try and mend the soul
Barely get by, my life is hanging by the rope
Barely get by, my life is Hanging by the rope
Praying to the sky, hoping I don't overdose
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