bhsgaming, lil bill - my story pt.1 lyrics
you either pray or you get prayed on
let me show where i came from
i used to think good memories
but now i feel that they’ve gone
realise you were the console your girls played on
realise you were known but now your names gone
don’t expect me to flash money
don’t expect me to rap fast
but expect me to rap hard
and respect me when i rap about my past
my grandad got taken from my arms
but never did i think about the thought of self-harm
i stayed calm
i was forced to change my face
like i always had fun
but inside i was crying
screaming why has he gone
so many fakes i don’t know what’s real
so many psychos i don’t know what’s chill
so many snitches i don’t know how to feel
so i can only thank god that i’m out here still
you see my family gotta eat i gotta find that meal
but i still gotta dream, buy a house on the hills
by the way i was going i could have got k!lled
but i started making rap and it made me chill
but don’t start thinking that i won’t cos i will
i’m still fighting in my ends no record no deal
and if you’re broke and you’re hating how do you feel
and if you’re rich and you’re hating that’s not real
girls in the street treating me like i weren’t good enough
man on the road treating me like i weren’t hood enough
til i got the views and a mention
now i’ve got attention but instead i just stood em up
and my sister nearly got snatched
by a pr-ck and a prat when she see a van pulling up
you don’t know scary til someone’s pulling ya
and ya turn around
see two men fully armed
all you can do is run
looking to be safe in the arms of your mum
when you see a gun
and realise you’re only ten years young
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