(Sykes, Sykes)
What's ur life like?
Mines blessed,but the stories i tell are gruesome
4 niggas in the ride with smoke but its nothing but a twosome
A friend of an enemy bound to be another enemy fuck the confusion
It's all fucked when its gets to the stage of putting man down is the only conclusion
Let it be as its gonna be
Tryna do better in this life but it comes like this hype won't follow me
But if not the 32 spin, i attach the black blade on to me
This shit is far from apologises,do it like we done ut already
Teamwork makes the dream work properly
Bag up the grub then we fling on the roads
My x's carry the o's that i was playing ticktacktoe
I used to pray for 100 shots to ring in the whips for dough
Hit that town started taking shots that i was {?] home
I used to fling on a mask, rob everybody insight copper and steel on my palms
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So 3'up the pack or pay that price, bag that pack and put on tick like trainers made from nike
Grew up poor, but im definitely destined for greatness
So u can impress me with your mortgage,can't impress me with your trainers
These niggas are looking like clowns for clout, i rather be rich than famous
Dont come here swinging cameras, i swing my shank where ur face is
4 seasons watch how the weather change
OFB controlling the forecast we put ice on chains
We put heat on the streets, done made the winter flames
Now if we hitting the stage we're definitely gonna make it rain
I remember all broke could only afford happy gardens
Now he he's a happy shopper, shopping at hats and gardens
Told him bro "just stack ur dough and invest in stock and markets because u dont wanna be the one that's 30 looking like mr.t [?]"
Only 23 young but i feel like i been here before
Right now im killing the mic, im killing the green, im killing the raw
How many opp boys nearly got killed, pints of blood spilling on floors
If I ain't got no shank or wap i'll pull up my pints and im spinning his jaw
Free my... Free my dargs incarnated, fuck the judge fucking racist cus my skin is dark they hate it
I was 14 in the interview room 'no comment' look at their faces
Not enough evidence and i'm back out on the same shit
Im from the school of hard knocks,i know a walt and i can't stop, until I ball like Roberto Carlos
I used to sit in my yard circling shit from Argos, nowadays kids dont wanna be kids
They wanna be Pablo from Narcos
But who is to blame, all we been shown is the fast life
We scream black lives matter but do we even care about our lives
You say our a king or queen how are u gonna settle for part-time
I see like a solar eclipse the way they're tryna take our shine
Fly goon ur main chick thats my side boo, kill the beat first 48 then But that shit on my itunes
Try me, try who our drillers are active? mine too
Dont ever think i ain't tried to cause a big homocide for the sky news
Next Up was written by DeeOne.
Next Up was produced by Sykes Beats.