Empire Zhino

[Verse 1]
Real talk what you know about stress
This ones for the days where I know I had less
Yeah
The fuck do I mean cus I still have less
Covid fucked up the grand scheme
Self employed get moved like chess
Living in a big old house but mumzy's pay is saying way less
Now Zhino's vex
5 reference tracks in day, likkle yute what you know about pressed
What you know about lighting candles cah the electric meters set
Mumzy eating cеreal for dinner when I clockеd that's a pain in my chest
So I work for the days that I pay with my chest
And it's fucked up cool, life that I get
I know some who are feeling it worse
Back when I used to pay for bros food cus I knew I was fucked
But I knew he had worse
Shit that he's done he deserves way more
Kinda like the pay that they give to a nurse
I dead and I bless all beats with my coffin yute
What I call alive in a hearse
And it hurts, I burst on a track for a yute
Don't send for me cah the shit gets peek
You man come too loud in the beef
If you're gonna do tings real G's don't speak
I ain't no gangsta, mum had plans
If she ever caught me with a shank that's a bang
Can't make mistakes, might be sad
That's the fear in a yute installed by my dad
Though it hurt all the time, shit fucking saved me
The reaper picks all and I ain't talking HD
Write bars or go prison
Life for a yute who's stuck in the system
Niggas smoke and watch TV, still don't know highs' definition
That's why for my bros I'm anti
Ask anyone in my ting I'm anti
You on your ass screaming life is a bitch
I'm over here tryna get in her panties
I ain't got no more time for a snitch
If you get fucked there is no plan b
You live with that kid, no I don't miss
Please don't ask, just give it a kiss
Produced by me and rapped by me
So in this game I score and assist
And I'm stressed, but I'm hungry
I don't like to talk, ask mumzy
And all these yutes sound the same
I guess Zhino's running the country
Cah we talking pop tunes, yeah I did it
Oh we talking grime shit, yeah I did it
Oh we talking RnB, yeah I did it
Oh we talking boom bap, yeah I did it
Oh we talking drill nigga, yeah I did it
Oh we talking blues nigga, yeah I did it
Or we talking trap shit, yeah I did it
Oh we talking Afro beats, yeah I did it
Cus like Selfridges and their stuff
Ain't no style that I leave untouched
And if I did it you ain't heard it yet
I don't deals till it's okay bet
In my DM tryna me sell beats
But the shit that I do way harder than the rest
Girls ask how you stay up so much
All I reply is it's easy I guess
You kinda get used to the feeling of fucked
When the system only provides you with skets
Social media like to fight when it's cool
Like Royce though that's as live as it gets
They don't understand ain't the same for skin
I can't stop being black cah my timeline says
Cah I wake up and all I see bullshit
Really kinda hard not to feel oppressed
Ghetto's made so you fuck up
And in a pandemic the governments aids
So you fuck up and then you go prison
You working for free now your back to a slave
They don't understand, unless we're on the TV
Times Anti make bad gyal like Riri
I ain't gonna stop 'til they all see me
Make man obsolete just like CD's
Like aye b, you need to come see these
But still all you man act pressed
Stop complaining bout man being pussies, cus real talk this game is a vet
We all dogs so they heal us
Still don't prevent us from dying
If the streets don't take your son, still your mum gone be crying
They give us pills just to cope
Give us one leg, so we lean
All die from overdose
Then the label rinse us clean
And I'm just tryna feed the fam
Bro's too, yeah that's family
Invested in different crafts
So nothing feels like a plan b
That's a real life lesson
That's what my mum taught me
I'm not content with a page
Cus an empire's in my story