Came out the womb and it was doom
G, man had plastic, I never had no silver spoon
Poor ting pickney, every day we made do
God bless my mum, she looked in the cupboard and saw nothing, but give thanks, managed to make food
She kept on saying though, God will get us through
There's four people what are living in this yard
But the food she's cooking can feed two
Bro's in jail and dad ain't about, no more Cartoon Network, let's get loot
I wasn't satisfied with scraping by
I wasn't satisfied with making do
Everything's disfunctional
Turned me to a raging bull
Big man stress, I couldn't concentrate in school
Shot a Q to Patrick, pick up Paige from school
I ain't happy, plus my mind is breaking too
Looking in the window's of Frank Johnson's
Thinkin' how I'm gonna get them 95's in grey and blue
Road money put food in the fridge
And road money gave me clothes to go to school
And accepting where my life is at
Tired of being a have-not
Goin' inside a shop, knowin' I couldn't buy that
So I'm on the beat, drums including the high hats
Red brick, Clapham, North G I'm tryna find cats
Money's where my minds at, gunpowder life got me sidetracked
Driftin' from the fam, 'cause I wanted to be the man
Didn't give a damn, pain, that was my bad
Ten racks on the bed, it's nuts, I nearly climaxed
Life's like a movie and I'm watchin' it in IMAX
There's an elephant in the room so we try act and hide facts
But the fact is, life went shit, road changed man
They don't really know my pain
They don't really know this road, this life, these scars
Can I make it out the game, no charge
They don't really know my life
They don't really know my grind, my hustle, my flow
Can I make it out the game? I don't know
Look who's runnin' it now, look who's shuttin' it down
Came from the bottom of the bottom, like crabs in a bucket, my nigga I made it out
There's no stoppin' him, shut down restore nothin' him, BDL every city every town
Let's have it you f*ckin' cunts, face to face, nigga's goin' down
I went from a bills to a foul
My shuttle's the size of a giant, my feet will shake the ground
I took every penny even though I knew I was worth a pound
BDL now coming to America, call me Mr. McDowell
Look who's runnin' it now
If you could walk a mile in my shoes
Tell me what the f*ck would you do
'Cause life is like a game you're gonna lose, sometimes
I just wanna live my life
Take it how you want it
I know that I'm gonna be fine
They don't really know my pain
They don't really know this road, this life, these scars
Can I make it out the game, no charge
They don't really know my life
They don't really know my grind, my hustle, my flow
Can I make it out the game? I don't know
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Came out the womb and it was doom
G, man had plastic, I never had no silver spoon
Poor ting pickney, every day we made do
God bless my mum, she looked in the cupboard and saw nothing, but give thanks, managed to make food
She kept on saying though, God will get us through
There's four people what are living in this yard
But the food she's cooking can feed two
Bro's in jail and dad ain't about, no more Cartoon Network, let's get loot
I wasn't satisfied with scraping by
I wasn't satisfied with making do
Everything's disfunctional
Turned me to a raging bull
Big man stress, I couldn't concentrate in school
Shot a Q to Patrick, pick up Paige from school
I ain't happy, plus my mind is breaking too
Looking in the window's of Frank Johnson's
Thinkin' how I'm gonna get them 95's in grey and blue
Road money put food in the fridge
And road money gave me clothes to go to school
And accepting where my life is at
Tired of being a have-not
Goin' inside a shop, knowin' I couldn't buy that
So I'm on the beat, drums including the high hats
Red brick, Clapham, North G I'm tryna find cats
Money's where my minds at, gunpowder life got me sidetracked
Driftin' from the fam, 'cause I wanted to be the man
Didn't give a damn, pain, that was my bad
Ten racks on the bed, it's nuts, I nearly climaxed
Life's like a movie and I'm watchin' it in IMAX
There's an elephant in the room so we try act and hide facts
But the fact is, life went shit, road changed man
They don't really know my pain
They don't really know this road, this life, these scars
Can I make it out the game, no charge
They don't really know my life
They don't really know my grind, my hustle, my flow
Can I make it out the game? I don't know
Look who's runnin' it now, look who's shuttin' it down
Came from the bottom of the bottom, like crabs in a bucket, my nigga I made it out
There's no stoppin' him, shut down restore nothin' him, BDL every city every town
Let's have it you f*ckin' cunts, face to face, nigga's goin' down
I went from a bills to a foul
My shuttle's the size of a giant, my feet will shake the ground
I took every penny even though I knew I was worth a pound
BDL now coming to America, call me Mr. McDowell
Look who's runnin' it now
If you could walk a mile in my shoes
Tell me what the f*ck would you do
'Cause life is like a game you're gonna lose, sometimes
I just wanna live my life
Take it how you want it
I know that I'm gonna be fine
They don't really know my pain
They don't really know this road, this life, these scars
Can I make it out the game, no charge
They don't really know my life
They don't really know my grind, my hustle, my flow
Can I make it out the game? I don't know
G, man had plastic, I never had no silver spoon
Poor ting pickney, every day we made do
God bless my mum, she looked in the cupboard and saw nothing, but give thanks, managed to make food
She kept on saying though, God will get us through
There's four people what are living in this yard
But the food she's cooking can feed two
Bro's in jail and dad ain't about, no more Cartoon Network, let's get loot
I wasn't satisfied with scraping by
I wasn't satisfied with making do
Everything's disfunctional
Turned me to a raging bull
Big man stress, I couldn't concentrate in school
Shot a Q to Patrick, pick up Paige from school
I ain't happy, plus my mind is breaking too
Looking in the window's of Frank Johnson's
Thinkin' how I'm gonna get them 95's in grey and blue
Road money put food in the fridge
And road money gave me clothes to go to school
And accepting where my life is at
Tired of being a have-not
Goin' inside a shop, knowin' I couldn't buy that
So I'm on the beat, drums including the high hats
Red brick, Clapham, North G I'm tryna find cats
Money's where my minds at, gunpowder life got me sidetracked
Driftin' from the fam, 'cause I wanted to be the man
Didn't give a damn, pain, that was my bad
Ten racks on the bed, it's nuts, I nearly climaxed
Life's like a movie and I'm watchin' it in IMAX
There's an elephant in the room so we try act and hide facts
But the fact is, life went shit, road changed man
They don't really know my pain
They don't really know this road, this life, these scars
Can I make it out the game, no charge
They don't really know my life
They don't really know my grind, my hustle, my flow
Can I make it out the game? I don't know
Look who's runnin' it now, look who's shuttin' it down
Came from the bottom of the bottom, like crabs in a bucket, my nigga I made it out
There's no stoppin' him, shut down restore nothin' him, BDL every city every town
Let's have it you f*ckin' cunts, face to face, nigga's goin' down
I went from a bills to a foul
My shuttle's the size of a giant, my feet will shake the ground
I took every penny even though I knew I was worth a pound
BDL now coming to America, call me Mr. McDowell
Look who's runnin' it now
If you could walk a mile in my shoes
Tell me what the f*ck would you do
'Cause life is like a game you're gonna lose, sometimes
I just wanna live my life
Take it how you want it
I know that I'm gonna be fine
They don't really know my pain
They don't really know this road, this life, these scars
Can I make it out the game, no charge
They don't really know my life
They don't really know my grind, my hustle, my flow
Can I make it out the game? I don't know
Writer: Tyrone Lindo
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave