Barney Artist - TYPICAL ME Lyrics

This one spiritual send man back to the mountain with ease
Wars ain't physical mum stays strapped when she prays on her knees
From area where they aim and they squeeze
I was in ends when Kane made typical me Typical home life
Typical grief
We had minimal P
Them man mix that brick with the water shot that rock minerals B
Ever felt you're under a reef
That gun barked
Watch them leave
That root ending under tree
Starving hungry to eat
Them man crumble for P
Serving grub to the fiends
Swerve here comes the police
Learning love from the streets
Turn these buts (wait)
Turn these buts to beliefs
Merging love with my grief
Toss and Turn in my sleep
Lost them words in my speech
Merging love with my grief
Toss and Turn in my sleep
Lost them words in my speech
Cops hurting my G
Cops hurting my

Typical Me
Typical grief
I'm getting tired of the difficulties x4

Saw my first strap at 11 years old it was way too easy
Them man buss it, I just touched it I never stayed too greazy
If they ever caught a case I'n reflecting now brudda it woulda been peak G
Fingerprints all over the ting so the feds coulda thought I'm the one that squeezed it
Sums up the ends though
It ain't all friends in Kenzo
It ain't all Benzes Endo
Good yutes might end up dead bro
Gunshots in crunshedo, young G might pull up in a rental, n jook man with a knife or a
Pencil, when they roll it's far from gentle
Ten toes and still breathing that's a win for me
Us man grew up on Indomie
And I make the gyal dem sing 4 me
And Since then the things I've seen
3 dead bodies all of them squaddy
But I don't want sympathy
I don't even know what I want man
I just know when I'll pull up to the studio with nappy dreads
And I get on the mic I just set it alight with my pain and my hapiness
It's a hell of a ride I'm like jeckle and Hyde I just spray then I stack the rest
Next day I'm back and blessed
Switch that blood black and blessed

Don't call me just text me
Coz I've got bare things on my mind
Don't tell me about next week
Coz I've lost all concept of the time

Typical Me
Typical grief
I'm getting tired of the difficulties