Nino SLG - Young, Wild & Ruthless
They were never with me I was hustling for days
Struggled in my J’s
The way I suffered for the cake
And I’m still running in the race
My minds kinda messed up
I’m fighting who I summoned on the vase
And when it’s rains it pours
We all have problems that we’re tryna fight
Don’t know if I’ll die tonight, speaking for my homie cause my bro was all alone when he was sitting in a Isle of White
So if I tell you bout my struggles
Are you gonna relate?
Right now I’m sitting in a world where all the honest are fake
And there’s women that will give their body up for the pay
I’m posted with the gs, keep it a hunnid a day
We were dodging death like we were tryna do the limbo
Little bro admiring the trappers through the window
I’m talking from my soul that this is not what it seems
But me and bro still got the work rate from when we been broke
Tell the double M to run my 1.5
Messing with the clique, he’s getting punched on site
Got the rucksack from J, he’s a gift from God
If he’s on it, then they better bring 100 guys
And my family were fighting for some scraps
I blocked half them donnies, they were squabbling for cash
Cause when the man died, it’s like my family went to trash
I want a convo with my uncle, I can’t say that to my Dad
They can’t ever stop me man I’m young, wild and ruthless
If everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is
So stop acting stupid
Haters steady studying my regime
Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans
Them girls they didn’t rate me
Look who’s laughing now
On the phone to bro
I’m in the passy on a round about
I ain’t scared of nothing
Only karma going right around
My brothers needs me for some backing
Swear to God that I’ll be sliding out
They’re saying that I’m free
I know I’m trapped inside a world
Where my work is full of beauty
But they can’t respect my soul
My heart begins to sink when I be feeling all alone
Even when I’m in a party with a 1000 of the bros
I know I’m drowning in my thoughts
My worth is past 100thou
Disrespect me with comparisons
Offended I can’t blame myself
Working with the holy, them man there can find their way to hell
Screaming out my lungs, nobody tried to find a way to help
I’m losing love, they’re fake as well
The olders start to lose their touch
Losers getting washed away do not get them confused with us
I’m different and you wouldn’t know
It’s deeper than the bars
Tell me why I need to grind when all the game’s already ours
Tell the gs to play their part
I join my hands and pray for the bros
Trust the Lord to guide you in this life
Cause it can change in just a second
Need protection when your fate isn’t known
I’m asking for the Holy Spirit when I stay on my own
They can’t ever stop me man I’m young, wild and ruthless
If everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is
So stop acting stupid
Haters steady studying my regime
Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans
Them girls they didn’t rate me
Look who’s laughing now
On the phone to bro
I’m in the passy on a round about
I ain’t scared of nothing
Only karma going right around
My brothers needs me for some backing
Swear to God that I’ll be sliding out
I’m Michelangelo for real you’ve got to give me time
Basquiat to Francis, I’m the realist you will ever see
Calais up to Lille, I need some peace to find a better me
If we’re meant to fall apart, then that is what it better be
Cause I ain’t forcing love
To any person who don’t show it back
And knowing that
I can never travel in peace when on a cul de sac
Show me where your motives at
Tryna make an older legit he’s got the coldest smack
Now I’ve got the biggest smile when it’s dinner time
Outside Tesco’s with 3 cards on my left
They been tryna take my cut but ain’t no body getting rid of mine
Them donnies messing up, how they managing on thinner ice
You know it costs a lot to live a little
And they’ve believed I making waves
I’m just on little ripples
This town is filled with many things that have you feeling brittle
I been the hardest out the youth
And that has been official
Tell the double M to run my 1.5
Messing with the clique, he’s getting punched on site
Got the rucksack from J, he’s a gift from God
If he’s on it, then they better bring 100 guys
And my family were fighting for some scraps
I blocked half them donnies, they were squabbling for cash
Cause when the man died, it’s like my family went to trash
I want a convo with my uncle, I can’t say that to my Dad
They can’t ever stop me man I’m young, wild and ruthless
If everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is
So stop acting stupid
Haters steady studying my regime
Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans
Them girls they didn’t rate me
Look who’s laughing now
On the phone to bro
I’m in the passy on a round about
I ain’t scared of nothing
Only karma going right around
My brothers needs me for some backing
Swear to God that I’ll be sliding out
Written by:
NATHAN MOTINDO, STEPHEN AMPADU
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