Music Will Love You Back Video (MV)

Do the circuit to prove your worth
That was my thoughts when I drew my first
Hit out the bag, I was too concerned
With appeal, maybe I went too commersh
Cos, they liked when I sang but they viewed my verse
As complex, so I eased my views to work
For everybody, but if I saw the future first
Maybe I would've stayed in my views to murk
Everything that I touched
I didn't think that I'd lost
If I didn't spin man on songs
I didn't give man a run for their money cos
I was too focussed on making the catchiest songs
No Lord of the Mics - I thought clashing is long cos
If I see man when the camera is off
I will ask wah gwaan like man was Trilla
(Wah gwaan though?)
Anyway, back to the song
When I look back to the choices I made
I think to myself, was I actually wrong
Music, do you still love me
Or are we actually done
Have I made too many errors or
Is there a chance of patching this up
But what have I actually done
So bad for you to be acting this wrong
I know I didn't do that Fire in the Booth, but
I was focussed on rapping my songs
I know I didn't run out at culture clash, but
I didn't think it was my chance to be on
And I didn't make another off track, but
I did make garage a lot
I thought that was enough
You said I was the one to watch
I must've lost my compass on the bus
Because I was just on the cusp to buss and
Now I'm in the same place
Radio, spitting the same 8s
I still get love when I spray, mate
When I touch road; man say can you spray rave
It's a wonder how I've maintained shape
When you ain't giving me the same grace
As the other guys that just came, wait
At this stage, I should be on mates' rates
Yh, I do know that the games changed
It's cool to sing now that the game's changed
They sound like me, but they ain't great
Them man are straight teif like Brace face
Imagine if, I was on stage up in Hammersmith
New song drops and the crowd going mad at it
Got big dreams but, trust me it's challenging
When you're walking by yourself, no managing
Had bare offers in the past when I had a hit
But I stayed loyal to the camp that I was with
Now I'm solo, but I'm still travelling
Not waiting to see who will give man a lift
But it's peak when
You ain't got no shows on the weekend
Then you have to do mad stuff to meet ends
Man told me to go get a job
But I'm no better off if I go get a job
Cos my dough's better once I get shown better odds
Even if I ain't got doe for the month
I will still surface like I know Etta Bond
And I'm still dope when I drop
Rhymes on these beats, life's not easy
So, I speak It and have grime on repeat
Make ideas at night blood, weekly
Should be daily, but I'm not knee deep
Should be still, but design does need me
I do try blood, see me
I can't relax and be glad
I'm too attached to the graft
This is the path that I've slabbed
This is my asthma attack
This is my passed my exams
This is my last running lap
This is my pain and my joy
I don't know what to make of this point
But I know I'll be making the joints
Till there's aches in my joints
And by that time, I'll be raking the coins
I hope my work rate isn't void
I may be annoyed that it's taking so long
But blood, if the game weren't so long
And I had it great with no wrongs
Maybe I wouldn't appreciate the gold rush
When it comes to man, but
What's for man, is just for man
Be better off when I understand
If I don't believe and love the track, then
Music won't love me back