E.S.S. - Blow Up

Look, If I blow and start standing out
One of my boys will control my Instagram account
My weed man's my ak so he'll make sure there's grams about
I'll save more than half of what goes into my bank no doubt
That's the truth so, if I blow and start catching cheques
I'll be ready for what happens next
A hand out request met with savage texts that will lack respect
Communication break down's with bad with friends
Fuck friends only family can roll with me
The act of loyalty's an old decree
If I blow my day ones will do them shows with me
National or overseas
Lock it up and throw the key
Because loyalty flows in me, totally
I'll get groupies like Jodeci
Blowing up means model girls blowing me supposedly
And if that's true then that's one big joke to me
My drive takes over me
Grips and grabs hold of me
But now you know that you can get behind my vision ak
Cause blowing up makes positions that
Will help my guys who sit in traps stop whipping crack
Start to see prison as
Something that don't ever need bringing back
What's money worth if we ain't giving back
Distribute lump sums in dribs and drabs
If you're thinking that my thoughts is relaxed
Then you're flipping mad
Cause it's in fact on a hundred
I won't live with no betrayal
So if I blow from this rapping game
I'll make sure all my Rastas and my akhi's straight
Couple dreads bussing down Selassie chains
I can smell the happy days
I just need to have a taste
I advocate and cosign
The whole grind
I need my name in bold lights when its show time
Then my bro might start putting down that breaking whole nines
Till it's home time phone Line
I won't lie you know why
We always answer the phone when honour calls
Cause this order that we follow so phenomenal
It flows through my molecules
This that don't follow rules chronicles
Natural progression ak we leave the magic to the Harry Potter school's
There's no stopping me though, honestly bro
If you're grinding for some jewels then that's comedy gold
I work properly for Monopoly property homes
We gotta be close, until then we rock and we roll
Cause, life's never stopping still
From the warmth of the cot to the coffin chilled
The game that I drop is real
Half our school teachers were at uni sniffing cocaine and popping pills
So from young you need to rip down that high horse
We must rebel like Guy Fawkes
They find flaws to try turn life force into Cyborgs
But a problem is a bridge to a divine source
And when they want your mind realign yours
To my brothers standing on them front line floors
They multiply wars by trying to divide yours
Work in silence we all know the grind talks
Lord knows there's more pros
Than Gucci store clothes wardrobes
I need the mandem at the award shows
Transaction between account's and sort codes
Until then we'll hold our chin's up like some jaw bones

Written by:
Luke Gubbins

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