Everyday, bro, we've stay battling Gotta stay fighting, stay striving stay dreaming, gotta stay believing Gotta stay
I broke down a few barricades Got me a few more to look forward to the weekend Now day's like Saturday by stars Come chill with the Then she asked me what my name was And killed the Sometimes gotta scratch my head Like big man ting on a Only my mum and dad call me What you so special? No Rolex No kettle But I know when it's time to jump in the car Put the to the pedal like
Yeah, I don't care VIP I've got important places to be I'm asleep, I'm making a beat Girls in the house naked for me I'm tryna say is basically Never get a joke man for me on the curb if a man diss me My niggas got the in T Santa Claus used to miss my So I my own Christmas tree Ring man's if he think's it's beef What do you mean, "who is this, blud?" me My been on crime get it twisted 'cause I don't beef online My niggas violent, my niggas Something you ain't seen on
I don't want a like, I don't a follow me today, link me tomorrow I've got goons can't leave the country the law, under obbo I know pain, I sorrow I know empty, I hollow I just flew my Gs out to And I them "thank me tomorrow" Cuh man been in the kitchen Experimenting with the And you see, the road ting and the music mixing thought man was playing baseball Way man are pitching Never a punk, never been a victim Wanna hate on me? Wanna on Storm? that, let the kings in
I ringing MCs Go radio, I start MCs I was in the trenches, grinding You couldn't say a man bringing MCs I will pick up the phone, ringing MCs inna my touch, bringing MCs They know I've got Skeppy on my We were on road, it, skilling MCs Producers, we are living MCs Bare we have given MCs I was there in the day when it was garage And man said they wanna get rid of MCs But them man get rid of MCs since then, we've become bigger MCs Some MC Skibadee, Baseman and MC
Yeah, us man are powers Them man are Benson My bredrin it's his birthday Took him onstage with and Section Hate my niggas every day, it's another great invention talk about loot? Then I bring the loot out Talk about shootout? Better be a shootout a western I don't fear no man Think you're a but your name ain't Cam Oi, pussyhole, don't look in my 'Cause you might get shot on the like 28 gram And you who I am Shower man down Fireman Sam to your ends on a two-year ban With in the transit van Nah, you can't my mum Shots fly out and man get bun Fling on my black and dun Dry skin between my index and thumb I hate man a nun That's why I buy a haunted gun get killed before I get to see my son Them tings run got me thirsty for blood again They got me talking crud They
Yo, fam Yo, to me, man Where are you, though? Who are you I'm on my Js, Sound, man. This has got me, blud, I'm not gonna lie, fam. I'm not gonna front, fam. Mad pressures from angle, fam It's come I'm too ambitious to be with the mandem on the road but, I'm, like, I can't be up there with them either, you know what I'm saying? I'm too black to be up there, you see I'm saying, fam? I don't know, I like, I feel like I'm in limbo, Chippy. I like I'm in limbo, fam I've been, I've been to speak to you, fam. You're way too mad, fam. Like the fuck did you mean like you don't know why I mentioned your name, fam? Like London, fam. You got the call from God to do something deeper, bro. Like, you got the call to go and make everyone look at everything else is happening over here, fam. You get me? That's a calling, bro. them callings there, It's not everyone's that gets that that ring ring there, you see what I'm saying, fam? Like powers fam, super charged, bro I that, fam Like just being you alone, fam, niggas to watch. You're doing what you're supposed to do, bro. Cuh we ain't seen nuttin' like happen before. Who's seen the country flip on its head like this, These youts don't know what's going on, fam. They got a fucking clue, fam. Independent to the T, fam. Love, brudda, man. I needed powers. Power up fam, I don't even like hearing you sound like this, blud. I needed them. The mission's right now. Love, brudda. Mad. Alright, fam, I'm gonna you, man. What you saying though, everything good? Blud, love you bro, man, just do what you gotta do. doing what I gotta do, fam. You already know, bro. Powers.