King Icom - Grime

Niggas thinking about
All the stress
Way been sup in the past
Make you know say
Life is very fast

Check my homies
Check my homies
Some fell in the race
You know its a game
Our shooters got no face
On God
They got no trace too
They got no trace too

Always sipping my lin
With my smoke
She calling me
I know she a hoe
We just act
And play the role
I have been in my zone
With my wolfs
Dem go bite for me
Mummy keeps praying for me
Daddy keeps watching me
Cos
He in heaven and
That's good for me
Imma see him again
Once it ends for me
Imma see him again
Once it ends for me

Niggas working
Two four seven
We still armed
With the 7
My gang
Na 7 gang
Making 7 Ms
We got guns
If your goons slip
We gon bang
If your goons slip
We gon bang

I got to tell you
Your girl is in my home
She is watching tele
Remember
When We was chasing slips
You was chasing bitch
You was chasing bitch
Now we got homes
In the east places
Your heart got broken
Into different pieces.

Got many
Dreams I'm chasing
We not talking bout any
Cos
You not help me chase it
Never drank a Henny
Still on this grind
Even when it seems so early
When dad said
No food or money
So we had to stay hungry
From night until morning

Nobody got me like I do
I Hustle and pay all my bills
This Ladies wants me to say I DO
I don't speak a lot to this jus
Keep in mind
After the reggae
We go play the blues

I love MJ so much
Don't ever
Wanna do cocaine
When it gets crazy
We go pop
Pills
And
Do codeine
We are speaking
Bt
We talking in code ings

My brain never comes through
When I'm rapping
The mouth just
Speaks what
The body and soul
Has been through
All we do is hustle
And motivate
Like 2 Pac
And Nipsey Hussle

My brain never comes through
When I'm rapping
The mouth just
Speaks what
The body and soul
Has been through
All we do is hustle
And motivate
Like 2 Pac
And Nipsey Hussle

Written by:
Martins Odiegwu

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