12omo - Bound to Be Great Lyrics

Ever since my nan died
Life's kinda felt like a landslide
For me, she was more my mom
My mom, was more my sister
Fully broke when a man cried
Damn I do miss her
But I've still gotta do me, still gotta bang on, hang on
Mr smooth and boasty and handsome
Still sister Dawkins' grandson
How ya mean my brother
My Bella seen a fortune teller
Told me that I'm a be ok... Okay
Took a little extra time to make way
Took a little extra time to stay sane
Some days, don't wanna see no one
It's not personal g, but personally
I've gotta do me with these two feet that I'm on
Open arms with this music thing
I can't lie, it's hard when the light looks dim
Don't watch her or you or him
In the deep end, do you sink or swim
Well I'm Michael phelps
And everybody wants me in the booth again
Deep down I know this mic will help
Me to be your truth again
Plus man have got bills to pay
Momma got bills to pay
The kid got mills to make
Chef gourmet when I grill this steak
And to everybody that told me
They need me
'Cause the music world got lonely Without me
Really and truly
This is for you and for all of those that doubt me

Sometimes I contemplate
What my life would be like, If I lived it without my mistakes
Lived it without the regrets, I forget sometimes
That I'm bound to be great
So there's bound to be hate
But I don't wanna be remembered only after my fate
I have to be great
'Cause I need more than 100 racks to my name
Sometimes I contemplate
What my life would be like, If I lived it without my mistakes
Lived it without the regrets, I forget sometimes
That I'm bound to be great
So there's bound to be hate
But I don't wanna be remembered only after my fate
I have to be great
'Cause I need more than 100 racks to my name

It wouldn't be a 12omo song without my cheek
He don't like me 'cause his wifey
Plays my tunes when she's pulling out weave
Gets tingles from the lyrics I speak, man I'm
So heavy, dem bwoy don't ready
Couple ex links got so petty, know what I mean
I ain't tryna check for celine
I'm tryna check my boys can switch off phones
And swap selling oz's for the 02 arena
10 steps ahead of dem dealers
Leave you ten toes down, spinning in balenci arenas
Bwoy nuh fi test me, you ah idiot
Bad vibes blood, you can keep that
We on different actions
To ensure life is twice as nice like old school garage anthems
You know what I mean
Sometimes I think I'm too low key for the industry
Blacked out like them government vans
Too much money, can't come in a band
Nah I don't think fam, I know I'm the man
Cards to my chest, can't show 'em the plan
I'm styley with it
Gotta make it 'cause I've been tryin a minute
All the snakes and the fakes
I'd be lying if I said I ain't been tired
Of hiding behind my vision
Man keep telling me
Don't just stick to the beats and the melody
Blood you got bars! drop tunes - kill enemies
So that's where I'm at now
Treat this like war at sting, no way can i back down
Man affi bun dem, bun dem up quick
I love this, so a bwoy can't quit

Sometimes I contemplate
What my life would be like, If I lived it without my mistakes
Lived it without the regrets, I forget sometimes
That I'm bound to be great
So there's bound to be hate
But I don't wanna be remembered only after my fate
I have to be great
'Cause I need more than 100 racks to my name
Sometimes I contemplate
What my life would be like, If I lived it without my mistakes
Lived it without the regrets, I forget sometimes
That I'm bound to be great
So there's bound to be hate
But I don't wanna be remembered only after my fate
I have to be great
'Cause I need more than 100 racks to my name
Sometimes I contemplate
What my life would be like, If I lived it without my mistakes
Lived it without the regrets, I forget sometimes
That I'm bound to be great
So there's bound to be hate
But I don't wanna be remembered only after my fate
I have to be great
'Cause I need more than 100 racks to my name