Letras
Aye, listen, they wanna know why I stop and quit
Disappear and shit, sometimes I slip
Yeah I know how far I came
But there's no escape when you're knees deep in
And guys wanna be just like me
I don't know what's good about him
They must think that I sing for the people
I'm just tryna get it out of my skin
Real shit I was lost for a bit
Was a heart broke kid till I made flips
(sold sold) sold my rhymes like crack
I was studio trapping without a thing
On my own in ma marjays room
Had an iPhone 5 tryna rap and shit
Ma heart got broke so I sung bout it
You're gonna get far if your heart's in it
My African fans love me to death
The white tings just keep showing me chest
I was in colly, didn't make no friends
But I whacked more tings than the vocal kids
Quiet kid is my natural swag
Can't put on a front like social shit
Lost my guy had to stiffen my lip
Had tears in my eyes but I still made hits
Me I had hunger until I weren't starving
The pain was jarring but that in the past tense
But that's where my heart is
I walked that path, left that in garbage
I ain't the same since I ditched my casket
Ropes and chains, put that in my basket
I was crazy and they wasn't asking
If I'm good just 'cause I'm a artist
But I don't care I just keep it writing
I'm in a lyrical boxing ring
Who's watching ma pen bleed out all the ink?
Head in my heads while I'm sat by the sink
My therapist couldn't solve my shit
But MK's music could, well as it should
That's so damn good, I'm proud of my people I swear we're good
They wanna know why I stop and quit
Disappear and shit, sometimes I slip
Yeah I know how far I came
But there's no escape when you're knees deep in
And guys wanna be just like me
I don't know what's good about him
They must think that I sing for the people
I'm just tryna get it out of my skin
Real shit I was lost for a bit
Was a heart broke kid till I made flips
(sold sold) sold my rhymes like crack
I was studio trapping without a thing
On my own in ma marjays room
Had an iPhone 5 tryna rap and shit
Ma heart got broke so I sung bout it
You're gonna get far if your heart's in it
What's it like being real in a world full of fake?
All the weight and the faith that you hold for today
Love is a game, are you ready to play?
Take a risk even if it's a losing game?
I was down and out, had no life left
Like Pac-Man tryna outrun this maze
Fuck a checkpoint, I was finished
There's no room left to get swept like critters
I'm standing ontop of the tilted towers
Thinking I'm Miles Morales
Tryna backflip off of this shit
Thinking I got tricks and it's so convincing
I'm different, they think imma listen
When I crash out better watch your distance
I'm a angry guy they say
I guess they're right when they play the victim
Fuck that, rule number 1
Sticking up for myself when I feel like you're disrespecting
I got sweet tooth, can't sugar coat nuin
Rule number 2 don't beg if you get rejected
Even if it's the love of your life
Even if it's the one you like
Even if it's your fucking world
Even if it's your favourite girl
They wanna know why I stop and quit
Disappear and shit, sometimes I slip
Yeah I know how far I came
But there's no escape when you're knees deep in
And guys wanna be just like me
I don't know what's good about him
They must think that I sing for the people
I'm just tryna get it out of my skin
Real shit I was lost for a bit
Was a heart broke kid till I made flips
(sold sold) sold my rhymes like crack
I was studio trapping without a thing
On my own in ma marjays room
Had an iPhone 5 tryna rap and shit
Ma heart got broke so I sung bout it
You're gonna get far if your heart's in it
My African fans love me to death
The white tings just keep showing me chest
I was in colly, didn't make no friends
But I whacked more tings than the vocal kids
Quiet kid is my natural swag
Can't put on a front like social shit
Lost my guy had to stiffen my lip
Had tears in my eyes but I still made hits (YS)