[Intro: Sharon den Adel]
See the mirror in your eyes
See the truth behind the lies
Your lies are hauntin' me
[Verse: Dave]
Listen (169, you feel me?)
This is a tale of two men, this is Jekyll and Hyde
Have you ever had a war with your mind? It's like I'm two men
Tryna juggle college and money, but this is useless
'Cause either way one of them suffers because of music
Telling Jussy on the phone
Bailiffs climbing windows, tryna run up in my home
And take everything I own
Them girls will never know, the choices that I made
All the nights that I pray got aired to the road that I chose
Bruv, I'm local to home, making phones calls for dough
I implode or I blow?
But you couldn't buy my attention, it's either there or not
You ever spoken to the Devil? You'll lose the fear in God
He doesn't come 'round here, it's crazy, right?
How a judge can give a life and take a life
I nearly died that night, it's crazy, right?
That's why you don't get involved when they play with knives
Nah, but let me tell you about my life, I came from a family of five
If I try to tell my story, swear down, you would cry
But all you need to know is I've lost every single man inside my life
And so I lost my way
It's like who do you follow when your time feels borrowed
And your idol's gone astray? My words carry weight
It's like who do you follow when your time feels borrowed
And your idol's gone astray? And so I put my heart in my friends
Started writin' bars, I was tryna be the hardest on ends
And then we split half of the ends
A few altercations in a week, we lost half of our friends
We was sellin' draws, and then a little more
And back then, all the girls in school were busy givin' corn
I never had a fresh trim, I had braces
This is for them brothers in life that weren't rated
Started thinking way beyond my age when I hit seventeen
I had the smile of a child, but a mind like I'm twenty-three
I mean thirty-five, I lived a dirty life
Around a bunch of man, I didn't feel like Shirley's guy
And now these clowns couldn't sit with me
Literally, I stand on my own like Sicily
I've never been known for wivin' hoes and Twitter beef
I'm tryna' turn green and white to red like Italy
I don't need to chat shit, my family's active
Madness, I've seen death like sign language
And life's so precious
I don't want wanna die so young, real talk, I don't like this pressure
Man are still beefin' over ends
We don't own this land, and we don't even like this weather
Man are still beefin' over money, and you're all broke
Outside your ends, there's a life that's better
Outside your ends, there's a life that's real
With a job and a wife, that's real
Three baby mums in a whip, that's fake
Leavin' your kids, that's fake, man, you kids so lame
I shouldn't need to say what's real
This is common sense for them man who got their head set straight
I have to state the obvious, youth's move proper sick
Trust me these bars, they're for them man's sake
So listen, now it's like, "Dave, man, you have to blow"
'Cause I've seen pain like Nagato
Yeah, you know my picture, you ain't never spent a day inside my camera roll
Thinkin' 'bout my image, younger donnies, listen
And this message that I'm givin' is so easily miswritten
I wanna say, "Leave the beef alone, and chase the figures"
Man, I wanna say, "Leave the beef alone, and chase the figures"
But it's never been that simple when you get involved with dippers
I'm leadin' by example
All them little niggas on that trap wave, jump off, that is not gonna run
I don't care about how many doors you got on your car
No one cares about how much corn you got in your gun
Man, they wanna hear your story, this trap ting bores me
And word to Jamal my time soon comes shortly
If you're my right hand, then my beef is your beef
My vid' is your vid', the scene can't ignore me
'Cause when I turned fourteen
I wasn't cuttin' cake in a party for my b-day
I was online, hittin' sales like eBay
See music is a change
Still chasing snitches, why you lyin' to the jakes?
Get nicked, get a deal, then set fire to the rain
Passa is never worth it, trust me, man knows
Them youths look raggo, them boy there plateaued, died in battle
I still wonder why we had burners from young like Alexandre Pato
They're beefing with these low lifes
For the cold nights, I'm tryna make music my whole life
I can't do it on my own, fam, I won't lie
So if you're on your own grind and you don't know a bagga man
You can be my Santan Danielle or my Halli Tam
If you're on your own grind and you don't know a bagga man
You can be my Santan Da—, hahahaha
See the mirror in your eyes
See the truth behind the lies
Your lies are hauntin' me
[Verse: Dave]
Listen (169, you feel me?)
This is a tale of two men, this is Jekyll and Hyde
Have you ever had a war with your mind? It's like I'm two men
Tryna juggle college and money, but this is useless
'Cause either way one of them suffers because of music
Telling Jussy on the phone
Bailiffs climbing windows, tryna run up in my home
And take everything I own
Them girls will never know, the choices that I made
All the nights that I pray got aired to the road that I chose
Bruv, I'm local to home, making phones calls for dough
I implode or I blow?
But you couldn't buy my attention, it's either there or not
You ever spoken to the Devil? You'll lose the fear in God
He doesn't come 'round here, it's crazy, right?
How a judge can give a life and take a life
I nearly died that night, it's crazy, right?
That's why you don't get involved when they play with knives
Nah, but let me tell you about my life, I came from a family of five
If I try to tell my story, swear down, you would cry
But all you need to know is I've lost every single man inside my life
And so I lost my way
It's like who do you follow when your time feels borrowed
And your idol's gone astray? My words carry weight
It's like who do you follow when your time feels borrowed
And your idol's gone astray? And so I put my heart in my friends
Started writin' bars, I was tryna be the hardest on ends
And then we split half of the ends
A few altercations in a week, we lost half of our friends
We was sellin' draws, and then a little more
And back then, all the girls in school were busy givin' corn
I never had a fresh trim, I had braces
This is for them brothers in life that weren't rated
Started thinking way beyond my age when I hit seventeen
I had the smile of a child, but a mind like I'm twenty-three
I mean thirty-five, I lived a dirty life
Around a bunch of man, I didn't feel like Shirley's guy
And now these clowns couldn't sit with me
Literally, I stand on my own like Sicily
I've never been known for wivin' hoes and Twitter beef
I'm tryna' turn green and white to red like Italy
I don't need to chat shit, my family's active
Madness, I've seen death like sign language
And life's so precious
I don't want wanna die so young, real talk, I don't like this pressure
Man are still beefin' over ends
We don't own this land, and we don't even like this weather
Man are still beefin' over money, and you're all broke
Outside your ends, there's a life that's better
Outside your ends, there's a life that's real
With a job and a wife, that's real
Three baby mums in a whip, that's fake
Leavin' your kids, that's fake, man, you kids so lame
I shouldn't need to say what's real
This is common sense for them man who got their head set straight
I have to state the obvious, youth's move proper sick
Trust me these bars, they're for them man's sake
So listen, now it's like, "Dave, man, you have to blow"
'Cause I've seen pain like Nagato
Yeah, you know my picture, you ain't never spent a day inside my camera roll
Thinkin' 'bout my image, younger donnies, listen
And this message that I'm givin' is so easily miswritten
I wanna say, "Leave the beef alone, and chase the figures"
Man, I wanna say, "Leave the beef alone, and chase the figures"
But it's never been that simple when you get involved with dippers
I'm leadin' by example
All them little niggas on that trap wave, jump off, that is not gonna run
I don't care about how many doors you got on your car
No one cares about how much corn you got in your gun
Man, they wanna hear your story, this trap ting bores me
And word to Jamal my time soon comes shortly
If you're my right hand, then my beef is your beef
My vid' is your vid', the scene can't ignore me
'Cause when I turned fourteen
I wasn't cuttin' cake in a party for my b-day
I was online, hittin' sales like eBay
See music is a change
Still chasing snitches, why you lyin' to the jakes?
Get nicked, get a deal, then set fire to the rain
Passa is never worth it, trust me, man knows
Them youths look raggo, them boy there plateaued, died in battle
I still wonder why we had burners from young like Alexandre Pato
They're beefing with these low lifes
For the cold nights, I'm tryna make music my whole life
I can't do it on my own, fam, I won't lie
So if you're on your own grind and you don't know a bagga man
You can be my Santan Danielle or my Halli Tam
If you're on your own grind and you don't know a bagga man
You can be my Santan Da—, hahahaha
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