Conversations

[Verse 1: Jords]
I'm still up and coming
Tryna make something out of nothing, whilst you're making something out nothing
When we get to the summit
I'm tryna make this house a home, so we can have somewhere nice to love in

Or live in or try some positions
You got that soul food, kinda like my Grandma’s curry mutton
I won't lie, yeah we got some soul ties
Even got the shirt with buttons

Now I got some jail ties call em cufflinks
You got a pretty face and a lot of a substance
Handling the heartache, I’m abandoning my past ways
Now you're like the candle in my dark days

Happy when you're lonely, in the hometown with homies
Tryna add some carats to your rolly
Happy when we're low-key, happier and holy
But I’m still Running from the old me

[Chorus]
You said there’s something in the way I move
That keeps you feeling safe, feeling safe
But there’s something in the things you do
That makes me feel a way, I doubt you’d feel the same, as I do

[Verse 2: Sue Lily & Marc TC]
As I do
For you
All about the things I do
For you
I do
For you
All about the things I do
For you (all about the things I do, all about the things I do)

[Chorus]
You said there’s something in the way I move
That keeps you feeling safe, feeling safe
But there’s something in the things you do
That makes me feel a way, I doubt you’d feel the same, as I do

[Verse 3: Jords]
Conversations with the olders
Who had hope when I was faithless and faith when I was hopeless
They said don't lose your life for what you do in the moment
Keep your eyes on your omens, I don't think you should be rolling

He said there was a couple times I hoped I was dead
When I was so deep in the hood that it was over my head
I hope that you're next, but niggas die I hope you ain't next
But I'm due to leave, keep it between you and me, use to be

Eenie, meenie, minie, mo, catch a brother by the hoodie
If we know him let him go, look at what road did to me
If he’s snitching let it sky, search his pockets for the goodies
Screaming fuck the other side, but they ain't gon' listen to me

Apple of my mummy's eye give her my whole bank account (fucked)
Used to be around the shit rappers wanna rap about
Now I'm just taking it easy finding things to sing about
Nothing doesn't matter now I know she's kinda proud

But I'll have rapper running if we spin the dinger round
Now they see I'm up and coming the labels are ringing round
Fuck your deal, only stay around the real
Only need to beat it once so I can know how it feels

They just want the numbers they don’t need to listen
They don’t see the vision they just see division
Funny you gotta make a killing to start living
Funny how women take yards when I give ‘em inches

Can’t bring any woman into my house
Ain't tryna turn every woman into a spouse
Throw a nitty a brick he'll turn into an ounce
Throw my brother a brick he'll turn into a house

I don't care for what the shows say
When it's time for the MOBOs I'm Mobay
Man from the manor don't care for glitz and the glamour
Just take me back to my family take my boys out the slammer