[ Featuring Tempz ]
Look
Cos I'm on road
24s on my grind
Two phones in my pocket one of those is a
I'm chasing that money
Gotta stack up that cash
From early in the morning till the night time fam
Now I'm on the road shotting that
Getting that dough
My pockets always grow
Money on my mind nothing else can compare
My focus never fades
My hustle's always there
You can try and stop me
But I'll never break
I'm too strong for that
My spirit's never fake
I'm living my dream
Nothing can get in my way
I'll keep pushing till I see the brighter day
I'll never forget where I come from
That's for sure
My past made me who I am and I will always endure
I'm working hard for my boy
Means everything to me
Success is my goal and I'll achieve it eventually
I listen to my dons writing sick raps
I can't let the side down so I gotta spit fam
Now I gotta roll a zoot and kick back
Think about some shit that I've been through what I've witnessed where I've been at
Rich and broke yeah I've been that
Now I'm steady stepping living good I've had this shit bad
Mostly through lack of self education so I did that
See I learn things the hard way and now I've learnt a bit fam
So it's time to get this shit wrapped
Together in a big stack
Tryna make an income so I can move out my shit flat
Tryna make a living and a killing that's no mismatch
Don't want your possessions I ain't coming for your shit fam
See my situation is my inspiration so I writ that
Or should I say wrote that
I just had a throwback of me sitting my old flat
No food no electric no smoke it was so mad
Now I'm doing fine I've got my ambitions and goals back
I can't let the side down so I gotta spit fam
Cos I'm on road 24s on my grind
See I learn things the hard way
And now I've learned a bit fam
From early in the morning till night time fam
I wake up in the morning
Yeah I'm feeling numb
Another day lived another battle overcome
I wanna break free from all this misery
But I don't know how
I'm trapped in my own mind it's like I'm in a prison cell
I look around me all I see is pain
Tryna find happiness but all is in vain
What's it gonna take for me to break free
I need something real something that could set me free
I'm tired of feeling sad
I'm tired of feeling low
I want to rise above it
But where do I go
I need strength I need hope I need faith
I need someone to tell me that I can escape
I'm done with living life in these chains
I wanna break free but
Won't refrain
What's it gonna take it may take time
It may take a fight
But I'll keep pushing
Until I see the day of light
Why is it the bad do good then get rewarded
But when the good do bad my brudda it gets reported
Living in the slums it can leave your mind distorted
Cos your forced into reality and try to be the man up on these poor streets
There's a lot of people in this world who do not give a damn about you or me
But I swear a lot of guys wanna fight with their own kind real talk that's that lower class story
Certain guys would rob their friends because we can't be poor forever
Neither can I but I'll never take nothing from my bredda
I'm not the type
I'm more the guy that will knock your head off
Either with rhymes a left a right or a scheme with a setup
Me I pour in lyricism then slot in some feelings
Cross wires dipping in between logic and reason
Record it bounce it mix and master it then mp3 it so by the end of the day I'm in my headphones and my speakers
I can't let the side down so I gotta spit fam
Cos I'm on road 24s on my grind
See I learn things the hard way
And now I've learned a bit fam
From early in the morning till night time fam
