The Games, Pt. 2 Video (MV)

I'm part of the Trafford gang oh
Big up A o 1 and A O 2
I don't like 3, that feels like a meme
Like why not use go compare that's free
But anyway enough of that already
4 bars in and it's getting hella heavy
RJ hit me up like check my beat
And i was there like they aint even ready
They don't even know bout the flow oh no
Cause i write my lyrics in continuous prose
Getting 10 marks i aint boutta hit a low
Got a star next to it so that's how i know
But the flipping mark scheme that you have for these rappers aint cool
Cause i tick every box but i still got nothing and i keep on trying but
Everytime i get it, it changes, oh
I find it amazing how fake all these rappers are
Labels are taking ya money from you
But you don't even see that, flexing on insta
Blacked out beema, posing in front of your car
Shout out to independent artists
Who've found their way out of the darkness
My fans are here like Marcus
When you going to harness
Yourself in the ride to the top
I cannot answer you, there is a lot
Of obstructions in front of me
But i honestly promise you i will not stop
No i will not stop making music
All of my lyrics are lucid
But there are times that i'm wounded
That's when i go silent, muted

Ao1
Ao2
Ao3
Trafford gang

Don't chat to man bout being certi
Man will chomp you like a curly wurly
You're treading in water that's murky
Tell me how you are still thirsty
Dreamed big, live small now
While i wait for the call out
Calm, get cool now
Cause mans been hot for a minute so im finna take rest 'fore i ball out
All out
Putting in work for this
Pushing my limits, i'ma murder this
If something's in my way man i hurdle it
My pride's so strong cause i nurture it
Push myself so i can be my best
Push myself even if i'm stressed
Dem man walk with a stab proof vest
Me i walk with a puffed out chest