Kid In A Court
I ain't never in my feelings but I've been in my thoughts
Thinking back when I was younger, just a kid in the court
Fucked up from when they cut my umbilical cord
All these mental and physical wars
All the years behind the door
It's only right that I skid in the Porsche
And at my video shoot, make sure the boys are twinning the skorpz
I'm too gone now, lucky I ain't living abroad
They're too wrong now, how I ain't winning awards?
I moved on now, told you that i'm still in my thoughts
Like how I was kipping on floors
Knocking on bandos and kicking off doors
Back then I had more rock than Mykonos shores
Don't worry about my man, he's a lost cause
Now I'm baby joker, no more locked doors
Friday after next, I might hit a resort
Remember I was just a kid in a court
Had my mum and my nan always feeling distraught
But in education, I studied Tupac Shakur
And in segregation, I only read even more
They're just an imitation, of what I am to my core
And my essence
Alhamdulillah for my blessings
If it comes or goes, this stage I ain't stressing
If I tell you something then it's fact, I ain't guessing
I know they say they're loyal but it ain't ever been tested
I know how to hit the block with the pack and start stretching
Just a kid in the dock, on my own with no bredrins
Cause I was 14 on the streets selling heroin
All on my own, no heroes or heroines
I know about junkies, they don't want adrenaline
I do it by eye or the cup way of measuring
I was just a kid in a court it was harrowing
Thinking about the dreams that I bought it's embarrassing
Feltham where my teaching support said i'm talented
Destined to fail but I flipped the whole narrative
I write my own checks and I smoke my own cannabis
Since mommy used to get my clothes from the catalogue
Now 100ms I might sell my whole catalogue
And I got 100 more songs, I got a backlog
Something like how I had them waiting at the back block
Back when thingy dropped the-- and got his pack robbed
I ain't ever in my feelings but I've been in my thoughts
Thinking back when I was younger, just a kid in the court
Fucked up from when they cut my umbilical cord
All these mental and physical wars
All the years behind the door
It's only right that I skid in the Porsche
And at my video shoot, make sure the boys are twinning the skorpz
I'm too gone now, lucky I ain't living abroad
They're too wrong now, how I ain't winning awards?
Thinking back when I was younger, just a kid in the court
Fucked up from when they cut my umbilical cord
All these mental and physical wars
All the years behind the door
It's only right that I skid in the Porsche
And at my video shoot, make sure the boys are twinning the skorpz
I'm too gone now, lucky I ain't living abroad
They're too wrong now, how I ain't winning awards?
I moved on now, told you that i'm still in my thoughts
Like how I was kipping on floors
Knocking on bandos and kicking off doors
Back then I had more rock than Mykonos shores
Don't worry about my man, he's a lost cause
Now I'm baby joker, no more locked doors
Friday after next, I might hit a resort
Remember I was just a kid in a court
Had my mum and my nan always feeling distraught
But in education, I studied Tupac Shakur
And in segregation, I only read even more
They're just an imitation, of what I am to my core
And my essence
Alhamdulillah for my blessings
If it comes or goes, this stage I ain't stressing
If I tell you something then it's fact, I ain't guessing
I know they say they're loyal but it ain't ever been tested
I know how to hit the block with the pack and start stretching
Just a kid in the dock, on my own with no bredrins
Cause I was 14 on the streets selling heroin
All on my own, no heroes or heroines
I know about junkies, they don't want adrenaline
I do it by eye or the cup way of measuring
I was just a kid in a court it was harrowing
Thinking about the dreams that I bought it's embarrassing
Feltham where my teaching support said i'm talented
Destined to fail but I flipped the whole narrative
I write my own checks and I smoke my own cannabis
Since mommy used to get my clothes from the catalogue
Now 100ms I might sell my whole catalogue
And I got 100 more songs, I got a backlog
Something like how I had them waiting at the back block
Back when thingy dropped the-- and got his pack robbed
I ain't ever in my feelings but I've been in my thoughts
Thinking back when I was younger, just a kid in the court
Fucked up from when they cut my umbilical cord
All these mental and physical wars
All the years behind the door
It's only right that I skid in the Porsche
And at my video shoot, make sure the boys are twinning the skorpz
I'm too gone now, lucky I ain't living abroad
They're too wrong now, how I ain't winning awards?
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