Locked Up

How you tryna eat, where's my plate nigga I ain't the baddest but I stand up for what
I say nigga. From young, I was out there in the rain nigga
Six z's at fifteen, I went insane nigga. That's back then, in the shed, now it's changed
nigga. Moving on, now I'm still up in the rain nigga

I'm bagging nine z's in my crib with no electric. My life's crazy, it's going kinda hectic
I'm tryna move all these blocks like Tetris. Guess this, I'm a pop, you send him a death kiss
Think I'm sweet but I'm not, I'm infected. Guess this, I'm a twisted little death prick
I don't hear you pussies talking, I'm not interested. If we ain't talking money, it's irrelevant
What goes around comes around's what I'm telling them. So keep it cool and try not to approach me
The situation gets sticky like bogeys. Growing up in the jungle like Mowgli
And bear snakes get involved cause they're nosy. And bear people keep claiming that they know me
You weren't there, had to get up off my own feet.
No sleep, stressed out, my friends are some Phoney's But this hunger got me feeling kind of moany They say they got me but I'm still feeling lonely
He's got money but he don't wanna loan me. I tell him if you got trouble, don't phone me
Low key, posted in the back with a stogie. Stressed out, yeah my brain's getting restless
I ain't stopping till my mum's in a next crib.
I ain't stopping till my mum's in a next crib
So I'm smoking on the dowah, bill zoots like a tower. Make it impatient, shot, wait for hours
In this life, money gets you power. Sweetz aint, sweet boy, yeah I'm sour
Get the powder, mix it like a baker with the flour. Can't believe how much money I'm seeing in the Hour
Gotta do it properly, got own a property. I move circle, so certain niggas can't cross me
Make money from the line, connect the dots, G. Man, I put you in a box like some Frosties
Situations, yeah, where my heart lost me. 18, held, that's a minor fuckery
Been a bad breed towards my own mumsy. So I'm trying to make it right, get them funds, B
I'm hungry, eat niggas like the munchies. I ain't ina playing games like Jumanji
I'm trying to square root my stack by the month g. Put mummy somewhere nice in the country
I'm trying to get up out of the fuckery

Cause life ain't great like humpty
You can't put back together what I've been through. You wouldn't believe what I've seen too
But don't worry about me, nigga, do you Veli, rass, Clart, twisted off the
Do it, do it, do it, do it



Credits
Writer(s): Warren Thompson, Veli Sweetz
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