Song: Habbo Hotel
Year: 2022
Viewed: 8 - Published at: 9 years ago

[Verse]
I'd rather starve than ask a next man to buss me
It's funny, I be bussing everybody when I'm comfy
I've been stabbed straight in the back while they hug me
It's crazy, never trust a brudda saying "Trust me"
I grew up with some killers and some junkies
Sad truth, they'll get the job done for some young P's
Tie up your gyal, make you run P's
Niggas wanna dance until it's real life gun lean
It's coming from the humblest beginnings
The type where you can hear your belly rumblе if you listen
Hungry and I'm driven
I'm driving in this race and I'm coming for position
You bеtter overstand the mission
I hope you're built that way fam
When you're in the devil's playground
Playing where it ain't safe out
It gets real that way fam
And the love starts to fade out
Calm before the storm like a grey cloud
I walked for eight miles, let alone the nine yards
Fingers in so many pies I need a pie chart
I'm on the wing where some bruddas on the rise hard
Me and Flex wrapping through the pipe while he writes bars
I feel that nigga's pain, I can't lie darg
It gets deep without a lifeguard, take me in
You wanna walk in these shoes? You better break 'em in
Bam Bam knows cah we be walking like it ain't a thing
Coming for the game, not to play with it
I'm coming for the game, I only play to win
And even though the game's changed and they play for keeps
If you was ever sleeping on me you can stay asleep
There ain't enough shepherds, there's too many sheep
Not enough go-getters, just some any neeks
I'd rather go and get it than just get high
Do it on my own cause I ain't tryna pay no next guy
You ever hit the wing where your opps lie?
Your celly riding Volvo and you step out with your chest high
That's what it gets like, real's what it gets like
Furthermore you ain't doing nothing with that bread knife
His co-d snitched, helped him get life
Still got life so it's better luck next time
Snitch, you little fucking rat
Bruddas switching on their bruddas, I don't fuck with that
You get cut for that, there ain't no kind of love for that
Crasses, we came up on Gazas
It got installed in us from way too young and now we're masters
And there was times I didn't eat and I ain't fasting
There's too many problems with no answers
Too many complaints, just go harder
World War Three's on its way, it's Pearl Harbour
I'm just hoping that we're all here after
Cah even when your pattern goes well
All it takes is one slip then man a go jail
I've been about since Habbo Hotel
So you could never school me bout this life I know well
There ain't a lot of shit that I can't do
For me to say I can't, that's just something that I can't do
Watch Switcha give 'em something they can dance to
I would love to but I don't get the chance to

( Big Watch (UK) )
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