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rk (uk) - #1take [part 4] lyrics

[intro]
(mikeyjoe made this)

[verse]
lately man i feel alone, fighting demons by myself
they asking me for music, bro i’m working on my mental health
ask myself who’s got me like i got me, there’s n0body else
i’m done with chasing money, slowly understanding heath is wealth
that’s why i put myself back in the gym, started eating proper
feds know my face so i’m just hoping i don’t see that copper
i got mouths to feed and bills to pay, i gotta keep on toppa’
so labels if you hit me up, respect me with a decent offer
nitties telling mе ‘stop shotting, you’re too talented’
maybе one day if i can find out how to balance it
stress on top of stress, sometimes i don’t know how i manage it
times i smoked the pain away just toking on this cannabis
i been thinking what do i want from this life i’m living
i don’t wanna live this way no more, don’t know why i’m kidding
i’m like the only one of my friends who ain’t done time in prison
wanna tell my mum she’s worked enough, now it’s time she’s chilling
wanna set up couple businesses that i can use my hands with
wanna find a nice woman, give my mum some grandkids
i wanna walk down the road, not have to bring my shank with
maybe i’m going soft but i just think we take this life for granted
i see these crackheads more than i see my mum
i got nitties telling me their sons listen to my songs
sometimes i smoke a zoot and feel like what i’m doings wrong
but if it wasn’t me, it’d be someone else so f+ck it, get it gone
i been thinking i don’t wanna raise a family in this same town
when life kicks me down to the ground, i can’t stay down
life’s a constant battle, treat it like an mma round
cause’ when life tumps you up, you have to go in for the takedown
i never thought bout’ moving food til’ broski brought the flake round
ironic cause’ i used to sell food in the playground
fed up with these drill rappers and their same sounds
i’m in the scene tapping rappers pockets, it’s a shake down
i came up in a broken home, you know how the story goes
up to no good, now the police stations calling home
always been a man inside my dome
member’ older kids beat me up cause’ i wouldn’t let em’ take my phone
yo we used to chill and just smoke all day
get high bunnin’ weed, buss joke all day
cause’ we was just some little kids until that first court case
since then it’s been like hustling is my forte
some of the sh+t i been through, man you wouldn’t believe
crack house, bare smokers and i’m struggling to breathe
dead broke on my +rs+ so i turned to the streets
cause’ i’m a winner deep down, i can’t f+ck with defeats
said i’m a grown ass man, don’t give a f+ck about your followers
we didn’t have much, we had to t++th it like the borrowers
and now they look at me and wonder how i made it
it didn’t happen overnight, this sh+t was calculated
broke him out of jail, got a job, bro i felt elated
other broke him out and hit the trap, bro i felt deflated
really what do i expect, it’s what we instigated
you ain’t made no racks or mashed no work then you ain’t validated
bro still on the wing, p+ssed off he’s getting segregated
telling me he punched man so hard that he elevated
told him i’m back with the music and we celebrated
then he said you gotta regulate it or get relegated
and when he said that i felt that
but money always comes before the music, i can’t help that

- rk uk lyrics

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