Next Up - S4-E2, Pt. 2

(X10)

I thought 'bout quitting, then I came back hard

I told bro I'ma be in the charts

Never really thought I would come this far

I took so many Ls on the way

It took man a minute to better my craft

I was doing up F with the mandem

Now I'm in meetings with the head of Atlantic

Shaking hands with the A&R

I swear I couldn't care about fame or followers

I need me a milli' in funds

And I really deserve that shit

All that time and work that I put on my ones

Needed a friend, couldn't find me none

Huh, you were calling for help, I couldn't say no

I was getting it done

But you're there in the vibe and the party's turnt

I can't deal with no fake ass love in my crew

No cap, I rather be hated

And I'm glad that I never gave up

I stood my ground and patiently waited

If the label ain't talking seven figures, I'm not persuaded

There was times where I was never rated

Now I'm due to be suttin on the stages

Feel like I'm trapped in this London city

I just pray that I make it out

I been focused on getting my pound

But this generation only care about clout

When I was flat on my face, in need of a mate

I clearly had no one around

It's funny now man's on top

I just wanna make mumzy proud

I shoulda kicked ball like Rashford

But I'm too hard when it comes to the rap

I'm in the booth tryna get me a plaque

Cah bro's OT still serving crack

We ain't never lived no sweet life

I got my codies' back like Zack

I ain't buying no watch or chain

If I ain't giving my mumzy racks

Need me a bae that will keep it real

Stay with the kid if I caught me a felony

But I said that I'm DTB

Pain in my heart, I'm in need of a remedy

You can get cut right off, no cap

If I don't fuck with your energy

He was hating on the low

My own bredrin turned to a enemy

I hated the fact I was doing up F

Cah the rap weren't giving me bread

And them times that I shoulda been studying for my exams

I chose to make money instead

When I was sitting in times of need

I didn't receive one call or text

She was fucking with me for the clout

That's a reason I hate my ex

Feel like I'm trapped in this London city

I just pray that I make it out

I been focused on getting my pound

But this generation only care about clout

When I was flat on my face, in need of a mate

I clearly had no one around

It's funny now man's on top

I just wanna make mumzy proud

Feel like I'm trapped in this London city

I just pray that I make it out

I been focused on getting my pound

But this generation only care about clout

When I was flat on my face, in need of a mate

I clearly had no one around

It's funny now man's on top

I just wanna make mumzy proud