(M1OnTheBeat)
(Ari Beats)
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?" She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach, I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
They try and give me advice, but I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
Streets what I breathe, shit, I been not right
Smoke a whole eighth of weed 'fore I sleep at night
Close my eyes and see flashlights
And on the motorway trips, all I see is cats' eyes
God blessed me, I ain't been baptised
I might christen myself 'cah you gotta do the prison yourself
I had to stick to the mission myself
Sometimes I ride alone 'cause you gotta do the time alone
I wish my guys was home, I did some shit not even I condone
Went from a Lyca phone to a microphone
I drop the latest flows, I rock the latest clothes
I'm only young, my paper's grown
Devil's tryna take my soul
I'm puttin' eighteens with eighteens and tryna make it whole
Now I'm tryna do shows across the globe
I abuse the stove, I do the most
5K for my Louis coat (shinin'), I did loads
My wrist froze (diaomonds), my shit gold
I'm stayin' golden (stay gold), you ain't rollin'
I wonder how the game's copin'
I dropped my EP and I ghosted, time to work on my tape (it's calm)
I'm diggin' deep and I got dirt on my face
'Cah that T-house nasty as f*ck
Mask and my gloves, I'm overlappin', they ain't catchin' me up
I took trips on my own
Just me, my bits and my phone
If you don't work like a slave, then you ain't fit for the throne
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?" She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach, I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
They try and give me advice, but I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
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(M1OnTheBeat)
(Ari Beats)
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?" She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach, I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
They try and give me advice, but I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
Streets what I breathe, shit, I been not right
Smoke a whole eighth of weed 'fore I sleep at night
Close my eyes and see flashlights
And on the motorway trips, all I see is cats' eyes
God blessed me, I ain't been baptised
I might christen myself 'cah you gotta do the prison yourself
I had to stick to the mission myself
Sometimes I ride alone 'cause you gotta do the time alone
I wish my guys was home, I did some shit not even I condone
Went from a Lyca phone to a microphone
I drop the latest flows, I rock the latest clothes
I'm only young, my paper's grown
Devil's tryna take my soul
I'm puttin' eighteens with eighteens and tryna make it whole
Now I'm tryna do shows across the globe
I abuse the stove, I do the most
5K for my Louis coat (shinin'), I did loads
My wrist froze (diaomonds), my shit gold
I'm stayin' golden (stay gold), you ain't rollin'
I wonder how the game's copin'
I dropped my EP and I ghosted, time to work on my tape (it's calm)
I'm diggin' deep and I got dirt on my face
'Cah that T-house nasty as f*ck
Mask and my gloves, I'm overlappin', they ain't catchin' me up
I took trips on my own
Just me, my bits and my phone
If you don't work like a slave, then you ain't fit for the throne
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?" She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach, I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
They try and give me advice, but I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
(Ari Beats)
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?" She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach, I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
They try and give me advice, but I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
Streets what I breathe, shit, I been not right
Smoke a whole eighth of weed 'fore I sleep at night
Close my eyes and see flashlights
And on the motorway trips, all I see is cats' eyes
God blessed me, I ain't been baptised
I might christen myself 'cah you gotta do the prison yourself
I had to stick to the mission myself
Sometimes I ride alone 'cause you gotta do the time alone
I wish my guys was home, I did some shit not even I condone
Went from a Lyca phone to a microphone
I drop the latest flows, I rock the latest clothes
I'm only young, my paper's grown
Devil's tryna take my soul
I'm puttin' eighteens with eighteens and tryna make it whole
Now I'm tryna do shows across the globe
I abuse the stove, I do the most
5K for my Louis coat (shinin'), I did loads
My wrist froze (diaomonds), my shit gold
I'm stayin' golden (stay gold), you ain't rollin'
I wonder how the game's copin'
I dropped my EP and I ghosted, time to work on my tape (it's calm)
I'm diggin' deep and I got dirt on my face
'Cah that T-house nasty as f*ck
Mask and my gloves, I'm overlappin', they ain't catchin' me up
I took trips on my own
Just me, my bits and my phone
If you don't work like a slave, then you ain't fit for the throne
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?" She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach, I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
They try and give me advice, but I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
Writer: Mico Howles
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC