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Samuel Bayeba
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Lyrics
I've been through some man-of-ills but my combats were major
I ain't tryna have a short stack so I've run out my paper
The only time them handouts are shown is when you're making that paper
That's the only reason why I hate doing **** a favour
See I got angels in my palm, I can't get put into danger
To be used, I think life's a game like Tolkien or Sega
I wanna loaf of bread not some crumb I don't do no remainders
I remember all those times I couldn't afford those trainers
Twenty Twenty Three straight gas I'm only just getting started
And I'm feeling like Fred cause it gets like that
Hella **** changed and turn fake me and them **** ain't the same
I'm too real you can never see me change like that
**** love the internet talk why you type like that
**** saying that I'm too cold, how you rap like that
I put my pain into my notes and I keep writing on the go
I'll keep it real, them **** ain't alike like man
Growing up I wasn't taught to be Half a man
I was taught how to be the one who had a smarter plan
A lot of things I've seen that hit me real hard yeah that shit left me with scars but that type shit motivated me to be a stronger man
I put my pain on the track cause my hearts feeling dark and it feels to me it's only getting dark as black
I put my pain on the track cause my hearts feeling dark and it feels to me it's only getting dark as black
I see friends come and go
So I focus on myself I've been around many fakes
And that wasn't good for my health
I ain't trying to be poor, I'm trying to better my wealth I guess the only way I do it is if I better myself
I've been in and out of flats, in some places where it smells
**** serving to cats, have them feel overwhelmed
I ain't trying to hit them cells cause that feeling's a myth
Mummy work two job she trying to feed four kids
I've been through some manna L's but my combats were major
I ain't tryna have a short stack so I run out my paper
The only time them handouts were shown is when I'm making that paper
That's the only reason why I ain't doing **** a favour
I got angels in my palm I can't get put into danger
Too many youths that think life's a game ain't talking, no sega
I want a loaf of bread not some crumbs, I don't do no remainders
I want a loaf of bread not some crumbs, I don't do no remainders
Gang, you already how it is man Twenty twenty three we're taking over the shit
Suave Records up man
New music on the way
New music on the way
Written by: Samuel Bayeba