[Intro]
Gotta tuck my chain in for this one fam
Yeah
Mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
Yeah
Look
[Verse]
Man I've had depression and anxiety for years
More time I just deal with it
Nah I weren't confiding in my peers
I find it hard to be happy
And I don't voice it much
So when the shit gets a lot
My mood changes like a nappy
And then these females they holla'
Tellin' me they care but I don't trust no one darg
I don't need that wahalla
See my replies turn shit
Can't tell I got stability bro
I'm just providing them with small talk and dick
This freestyle's awkward as shit
And people gonna shout me
Asking why I never spoke
And people gonna tell me
Come to them when I can't cope
Bro sometimes I'm low
I don't want no reasoning
I want a high place and rope
And then my pride flares through
Like how dare you
Be so ungrateful
Look how the Lord spared you
You went from
Hopeless and homeless to
Chilling in a home, king
Food in your belly bro
You're sitting in some [?] skin
They got no idea
Like I ain't seen my daughter in a whole damn year
Bro I had to write this tryna hold back tears
She's gonna get older
Asking me where I was
And that's the road I fear
It's like
How'd this get so fucked
I think
How am I supposed to love this little girl
When I hate her mum so much
Like none of this was planned
I wanna run away, but if I
Don't sit and face
Then how the fuck am I a man
It's like
Mirror, mirror who am I
And that's pennies worth for pounds
For all the times
That I thought about suicide
And all them stupid violations that I threw aside
But if I died cuzzy who would ride
Nah If I died cuzzy who would care
Like I was down cuzzy who was there
Like Kaniva, if I knew I swear
Fuck that
All them violations now are done akh
Let a nigga violate
I'm at his mums gaff
That shit's getting kicked down
I take [?] into my own hands
Do my ting and do a sit down
Cause people take kindness for weakness
Until I react
And I ain't dead with stab wounds
And not breathing
I'm so fucking fed up
Bro I'm so fucking drained
And I can tell a hundred councillors all my story
And nuttin' won't fucking change
And I could write a hundred of these freestyles ma bruddah
And there'll still be some pain
So much thoughts in my brain
You couldn't fathom
And they're still haunting my brain
That's why I can't listen to you fake arse rappers
You man are talkin' the same
All these fabricated videos
It's all bullshit
That's why they call it a game
But I, been doing this since
Piggy in the middle
Watching EastEnders
Chelsea and Squiggle
You know my darg
You niggas talkin' bout' the grind
You ain't never been broke
You man are name brand shit
I had Fanta from Lidl
Had me
Thinking bout' them low days
Really broke days, throwing
Hella niggas squares
On some hitting hope wave
I was
Tryna do everything
[?] pace, I ain't
Never been bust cuzzy
Niggas owe me
And now I'm next up
Now it's so shit
We're all mates
Man I can't fuck with this industry
Man are all fake
[?] them girls too
They can go to hell too
Hella tricks in this game darg
You gotta hold L2
Or I mean L1
Niggas hittin' sell, son
See him on the block, come
Posted like the mailman
Slow and steady wins the race
I was moving snail don
Now I be the reason why your girl got her nails done
And them man good [?]
My niggas road akh
My jiggas don't ring
Cah they think the phones tapped
So mad
Ruth's watching Ceebeebies
And I was boom boom like Basil Brush
Manna get your bro crashed
No line in your bars
And no we don't condone that
Cause I ain't gotta lie
I'm a grown man
Me I spit the good, bad, the ugly
That's the good times and fuckries
I was quiet for a period
Now I got my flow back
I was on my Jone Jacks
Nah I mean Jack Jones
Stained by a couple bruddahs
They ain't have no backbones
Good yutes, ran bad boys
Tryna jack phones
Get the sim back
Take his oyster card
Tell him walk back home
School times
Couldn't do the cross country
But my niggas push food
All across country
I just wanna make tunes
And watch my songs buss me
Cah ima beat to my beats
Yeah my songs bust me
[Hook]
Mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
What mummy says
What mummy says
Yeah
Mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
What mummy says
What mummy says
Gotta tuck my chain in for this one fam
Yeah
Mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
Yeah
Look
[Verse]
Man I've had depression and anxiety for years
More time I just deal with it
Nah I weren't confiding in my peers
I find it hard to be happy
And I don't voice it much
So when the shit gets a lot
My mood changes like a nappy
And then these females they holla'
Tellin' me they care but I don't trust no one darg
I don't need that wahalla
See my replies turn shit
Can't tell I got stability bro
I'm just providing them with small talk and dick
This freestyle's awkward as shit
And people gonna shout me
Asking why I never spoke
And people gonna tell me
Come to them when I can't cope
Bro sometimes I'm low
I don't want no reasoning
I want a high place and rope
And then my pride flares through
Like how dare you
Be so ungrateful
Look how the Lord spared you
You went from
Hopeless and homeless to
Chilling in a home, king
Food in your belly bro
You're sitting in some [?] skin
They got no idea
Like I ain't seen my daughter in a whole damn year
Bro I had to write this tryna hold back tears
She's gonna get older
Asking me where I was
And that's the road I fear
It's like
How'd this get so fucked
I think
How am I supposed to love this little girl
When I hate her mum so much
Like none of this was planned
I wanna run away, but if I
Don't sit and face
Then how the fuck am I a man
It's like
Mirror, mirror who am I
And that's pennies worth for pounds
For all the times
That I thought about suicide
And all them stupid violations that I threw aside
But if I died cuzzy who would ride
Nah If I died cuzzy who would care
Like I was down cuzzy who was there
Like Kaniva, if I knew I swear
Fuck that
All them violations now are done akh
Let a nigga violate
I'm at his mums gaff
That shit's getting kicked down
I take [?] into my own hands
Do my ting and do a sit down
Cause people take kindness for weakness
Until I react
And I ain't dead with stab wounds
And not breathing
I'm so fucking fed up
Bro I'm so fucking drained
And I can tell a hundred councillors all my story
And nuttin' won't fucking change
And I could write a hundred of these freestyles ma bruddah
And there'll still be some pain
So much thoughts in my brain
You couldn't fathom
And they're still haunting my brain
That's why I can't listen to you fake arse rappers
You man are talkin' the same
All these fabricated videos
It's all bullshit
That's why they call it a game
But I, been doing this since
Piggy in the middle
Watching EastEnders
Chelsea and Squiggle
You know my darg
You niggas talkin' bout' the grind
You ain't never been broke
You man are name brand shit
I had Fanta from Lidl
Had me
Thinking bout' them low days
Really broke days, throwing
Hella niggas squares
On some hitting hope wave
I was
Tryna do everything
[?] pace, I ain't
Never been bust cuzzy
Niggas owe me
And now I'm next up
Now it's so shit
We're all mates
Man I can't fuck with this industry
Man are all fake
[?] them girls too
They can go to hell too
Hella tricks in this game darg
You gotta hold L2
Or I mean L1
Niggas hittin' sell, son
See him on the block, come
Posted like the mailman
Slow and steady wins the race
I was moving snail don
Now I be the reason why your girl got her nails done
And them man good [?]
My niggas road akh
My jiggas don't ring
Cah they think the phones tapped
So mad
Ruth's watching Ceebeebies
And I was boom boom like Basil Brush
Manna get your bro crashed
No line in your bars
And no we don't condone that
Cause I ain't gotta lie
I'm a grown man
Me I spit the good, bad, the ugly
That's the good times and fuckries
I was quiet for a period
Now I got my flow back
I was on my Jone Jacks
Nah I mean Jack Jones
Stained by a couple bruddahs
They ain't have no backbones
Good yutes, ran bad boys
Tryna jack phones
Get the sim back
Take his oyster card
Tell him walk back home
School times
Couldn't do the cross country
But my niggas push food
All across country
I just wanna make tunes
And watch my songs buss me
Cah ima beat to my beats
Yeah my songs bust me
[Hook]
Mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
What mummy says
What mummy says
Yeah
Mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
I should probably listen to what mummy says
What mummy says
What mummy says
( Kaniva )
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