Bars, Please

I've got tunes on a roll
So now I'm tryna find where the root is now
We can do this tomorrow
Or fuckboy, we can do this now
I keep myself quiet
But try draw me out, I'm abusive now
We ain't cool like that anymore
We don't talk like that anymore
Straight fighting, we don't talk facts inna war
Stressed so I can't relax anymore
A thousand grams, the whole pack in drawers
Tesco bag for the nine when I package yours
Feel like Cech when I'm out in the field
Anytime, got a line I can bring right back
The bars aren't working, your boy want money
Smiling through the days that weren't even funny
Yeah, I'm old school like Panda Pop
Came out of the dark like the tramp I was
I just wanna have fun, I don't care 'bout the money
Just add the cost
Too many years in the game where I trapped it off
A lot of bars but your facts are off
Tell a man watch your mouth cause I'll bax it off
Money off shows but they tax it off
Tax it off, it's a whole new legacy
And I'm just tryna make that first
Cold nights in the trap ain't what I wanna do
I wanna break that curse
I don't wanna be that chat shit guy
Swear down, I could die from my word
I wake up with a smile on my face, bright in the morning
I wake with the birds
Raising the question of life
Is music for me? It's a gift and a curse
A few good friends in this ting
But a lot of man are fake and wanna eat off your name
I could never feel any type of way
About a next friend's progression around me, that's gay
Cuh me, I'm just owning my lane
Flows blow man away, I play dumb, I don't hear what they say
Yeah, I've had times in my life I was going round and round
Kinda felt like a circuit
The time on the road that I can't get back
I went jail on top and it weren't even worth it
Talk about me in the ends more time
Say I'm a ghost but I'm Kermit
Didn't get no degrees
But somehow Mum thinks that I'm perfect
Yeah, I sent a freestyle to Kwam
And everything changed from back in the day
I was out here, vinyls in hand
With Scope on the wing, tryna open the waves
But now I've got bars, everything's a wrap
Everybody rap but we ain't the same though
I take my name, there's no rushing the game
But call my name, you'll get brush in the game
Yeah, just like that
I'm not the one you can earn a quick stripe off
I swear down, I'll end man just like that
Yeah, just like then
I'm not the one you can earn a quick stripe off
I swear down, I'll end man just like them
Yeah, Capo, don't forget
Singalong ting's all good but
Sometimes, Capo, you've gotta write bars
Sometimes man will try draw you out but
Sometimes you've gotta just jump in your car
Sometimes she might say "tek off your shorts"
But sometimes, you've gotta just think of your gyal
Sometimes, you might want Spyro to mix
Sometimes a man ain't got the right fee
Sometimes a man wanna play upfront but
Sometimes a man ain't got the right feet
Bars, please