Make It Right Video (MV)

Deep inside my brain i've got a pain that will remain
Until the day that my name's in lights
All of my mates keep telling me i'm tripping
And that my ambitions are way too high
I feel like i'm from outta space sometimes
Cos the human race wasn't made to fly
I feel like i'm stuck inside the matrix
I'm just tryna find a way to escape this life
There's too much stress in my brain and mind
Get it off my chest when I spray these rhymes
Struggle with the hustle gotta stay alive
Gotta stack up the paper til the day I die
I've gotta make it right gotta make it right
My pockets are empty and that ain't a life
I've gotta make it right gotta make it right
My pockets are empty and that ain't a life
I'm here and i'm active everyday and night getting paid alright
Sharp in my mind like a blade on knife
This is my statement i'm losing my patience bet i'll pay the price
Cos i'm way too nice and i'm stupid
Cos I never take advice I keep moving
Up the pace like Nike and just do it
Now I wanna make a life from my music
So everyday I write and produce shit
Better know i'm aiming higher than exclusives
Step one that's P110 step two that's fire in the booth bitch
There's a small group that gas to my tracks
And the haters there's a few pricks
But the chat too much come up on the mic with the gas too much
That's a fact you f*cks
Now i'm zoning out on a major vibe
Trapping and rapping really saved my life
It made me think guess in made me wise
Cos I learned in the trap from the older guys
Floating through the track like a poltergeist
Breaking the beat bad Walter White
Twist make me a celebrity overnight
Cos i've got flows that are as cold as ice
I've gotta make it right gotta make it right
My pockets are empty and that ain't a life
The roads ain't nice the oz are overpriced
But that's just life so go and make it right
I've gotta make it right gotta make it right
My pockets are empty and that ain't a life
The roads ain't nice the oz are overpriced
But that's just life so go and make it right
I remember I used to be a broke kid I was homeless no shit
Sixteen and living in madness I felt hopeless it was atrocious
So I learned what the roads did and I focused on my own shit
Now i'm inspector gadget notice how whole zips go go flip
I don't give a f*ck about no bitch i'll be posted til i'm so rich
That the notes in my wallet can't be folded
And my motherf*cking pockets are bulging
I live off the streets like i'm stuck in the stone age
Imma be breadwinner kneed til the doughs made
I spit flames got gas like propane
Bars so raw on the track like cocaine
Gotta score goals so i've got to shoot
Custom on the corners like a prostitute
All these voices in my head I don't know what to do
It's like there's people around when i'm in solitude
I know my mum's ashamed so i've got to prove it
To her that my life's not lost in music
Tried college three times still not a student
But stop assuming i'm a brainless stupid
Drop out with no GCSE's or uses
Cos i'm used to being told that i'm useless
All of my life i've been told that i'm no good
Scribbling in notebooks just feeling hopeless
Angry and anxious my tempers explosive
Always on my own just tryna stay focused
Tryna find the right road to take
F*ck making friends I know most are fake
Cos I started as a nerd I was always getting high grades
Now i'm getting paid and i'm always selling high grades
Building up my line smoking till my eyes glaze
Make more in one than these joke emcees in five days
Strugglings part of life mate hustlings just a mind state
My rhyme rate defines great i'm white with a nice pace
Gotta kind face but cold heart like ice age
Despite claims I write flames and kill beats when I spray