Livings for me Leavings for you
I got the key You need a clue
Harder to breath Harder to move
Livings for me Leavings for you
Fifth shot of tequila down
Owns these streets like this is my town
Bad bitch in the sheets waiting for the crown
Blow the speakers loud everyones like wow
Always been me no designer brands
Yet I still stay fresh like fashion mag stans
Uk bred music scene bangs
But grime and me will never hold hands
Came in forged my own lane
No beats produced my own game
High Street brands on my frame
No seats you dance at my play
Hard to think im ever going to stop
So I push forward aiming for the top
People think they can use me but they're not
So watch me as I take go and off (Yeah)
Livings for me Leavings for you
I got the key You need a clue
Harder to breath Harder to move
Livings for me Leavings for you
Finally medias picking up Talent
The Indie and industry got a new balance
Can get my own record within my own hours
So factories dont overpower
Hard to show weakness
Im tall as a tower
Can do I want
In control of my power
Im Never rerouted i only go louder
So come and be part of the crowd (Huh)
I Live to perform
Lining chances up so I can form
Into an artist away from the norm
And blast through charts like wind in a storm
Rising up so you cant ignore
Improving my craft upon every score
Never for the money just for the floor
To sell out shows and make you more
Livings for me Leavings for you
I got the key You need a clue
Harder to breath Harder to move
Livings for me Leavings for you