Blood, Sweat, Tears

Yo
It's Rare Trill
I come from where, you know, nothing's really given
You have to take to reap
Look

I really came up the hardest, now I pull strings like guitarist
Pulling knifes on my targets, off rap I coulda' blew like the Tardis
There ain't no chink in my armour
Carry white, Mitchell armour, rendezvous got me smoking by the harbour
Cutting through in my old school Barbour
Shape up from Yaw, that's my old school barber
Thinking back on days, close shaves you're a martyr
Me and Bro reload like the Spanish Armada
Talking 'bout cuts, no plaster
Who goes harder? The boldest Grafter
Mind of an esoteric, should have went charter
Line keeps ringing they chase me, Uncharted
I just chase targets, hitting all the shots I'm the marksman
Young days, 10 racks was the target
It's all mind elevation
Used to have the worst luck always in them fucking stations
Come like Fed man he just know my fragrance
He describes my bedroom but that's foul not flagrant
I'm beating odds, Goliath and David
Officer want statements, sorry that's not vacant
N.C my solace tighter than the apron
They thought he'd be caged in
They think I got lit in seconds
It took blood, sweat and tears avoid the premonition
I made solid decisions, sowed my pocket incision
Rare keep making a killing, I need numerous figures
And so I'm in the middle like Maddison
My car broke, no stress call the Addison
I was in Lee offering packages
Reload off bro thats receipts full of damages
Lifestyle complex, FM20 management
I ain't babbling, I just need more fiends I can dabble in
Yeah I say it straight, I was rude not ravishing
They need crude, I need food, we're all battling
Working smart led to increase in average
On overall I'm doing way better than average
But a legacy I seek so I can't slack a bit
It's Grafters only
I came up on my lonely but I won't forget my Brodies