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Correct HF TV - Exclusive Bars Lyrics
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Check, Look ‘Course I do my thing on a regular basis Bringing in regular wages Mandem clock that I’m killing it recently Now I’m up in them magazine pages It’s funny tho, before I got money tho Me I got kicked outta mummys home Shut it Quick tryna double dose Still a man troubled though Still if he trouble tho got him Just get him Let me get in the zone When I’m writing I’m sweating Should I talk some gas or some truth Is it fire in the booth or a wet little sentence? Am I blessed to continue Or should I stop tryna sing too? You don’t know what I been through I bet you’ve been through some shit too Brother what are you into Are you into this road life or music thing Dayjob thing or a uni thing Student loan did your parents pay Or your re-furbing when your moving in? Expendable cash have you got that or nah? Dependable fam have you got that or nah? Too many questions too many wrongs Moving expendable, too many scars But are you the captain own your own ship Or a next man pulling them strings for you? The next man gonna bing for you? Did your girlfriend sing to you? Have you ever had one into you? Do you know about the Haitians and louverture Do you read literature, are you illiterate? Are you into conspiracy theory’s Egyptians and pyramids, lizards, reptilians? Do you follow the devil? You’re into that triangle hand symbolism in videos? Is it triapple cheerios, fuck it doe Mans gotta hear me they’ll see me doe Breaking inside cause it’s harder than cycling downhill with a rude dude my brother, you were goon with the few thats a crew my brother, hyped up might just move 5 brothers But too many slippery snakes in the grass Want a slice of my cake That’s a pain in the arse Now I’m at shows, outraising the dawgs and I’m wondering how have I made it this far? Most of the time these people inclined To ignore how they get to the place that they are Ah! Forget that blood Fix some, pack up Moves to her space Have a blaze with their moms Most man I know need H to be calm Paranoid thoughts bring pain in their bars Breaking a side cause its hard for a star When you’re trapped in a belt that is larger than large So, one time for the young minds Wagwan if we combine Your concepts plus mine You kill it with the punch line I’ll do a little double time Man said if you gotta be clever I said obviously it’s helping if you’re properly read up But at the end of the day, a brotha can listen to Jigga And try and mimic his delivery and all of the written’s And that will probably happen to you if you do it better I gotta keep up with the pace of all the covering enemies Till I’m catching the packets, obviously ill be left with the recipe If I’m popping a banner, I’m a boss in my territory like that HUH! Still, they wanna watch what the Wiz do Man went from cotching to pingu To blotting, to hindus Then back to the igloos, I'm cold Out here man are just big news Drop shit, need, big news Get big views Out here tryna make sense May kiss whose intellect Progress, not this news This life is bullshit that we’re into Thats why I say know your position Too many xenophobes making decisions Too many xenophobes changing the system And beating your demons is harder than smoking a spliff When depressed to suppress your emotions I need to address all these feelings evoking Instead of just breathing the cro ting Yeah I do my thing on a regular basis Mans going through changes Mandem clocked that I’m different recently Now they’re wondering if I’m insane It’s funny tho Before I got money tho Me I got kicked outta mummys home Shut it Quick tryna double dose Still a man troubled though Still if he trouble tho Don’t trust no one, I don’t trust no one I’m on a road bare cold and I just Sowha CID on a low pro what In a blacked out whip with a gro pro on I was finna road with a no show while But the block rolled up with the don’t go up This asshole punched punk and I rolled one The smell from the old blood make your throat numb Feds hopped out thats when the [?] run Cah man moved weight like Hulk Hogor Still I got away yeah man I showed em Cause you can’t match the [?] for the whole run Stopped of Tom’s cah man are older And went home for a shower cah I had an odour When checkout for a bag of [?] Then I gave some to my dad and my old there Gave some to my pals and my olders Cah nothing gets Mat lean like an L does Now I’m at the pier If man are belt us I be there by the hell ah you know the skelter Spray a little fire but you couldn’t melt us Swear last week you were saying that you felt us I was walking but it weren’t sell [?] Now man wanna sell my song will tell ya Hehehehe! Alright, High Focus – Exclusive Bars Check out my Album, Chaos 93' It’s dropping real soon man
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