J U N I O R - Fire in my Stomach
(The biggest risk is not taking any risks at allSo if your thinking bout hating
Please make sure your money tall)
Still got that fire in my stomach
Like somebody's tryna diss Jack
Silverstone, 'cause we can go back to back over on diss track
Red flags, are all she's shown me stop the race
But the bull's raging running at the matador with pace
My bro's place
Had more guns than an army base
And more weed plants than cookies
Me and the boys chilling upstairs in Woody's
With a couple Scouse enforcers
That's them XL bullies
Bro kinda like his dog
He lets it bark and then runs off
Tryna see prof, centrally
Word to Central Cee
Living my movie
Acting up for their tunes, so looney
I'm in tomorrow land
Come like George Clooney
Money couldn't make me happy
Only make me look better
Dripping wetter, matching Manny's weather
I play with G strings and then I strum
This ain't guitars like Fender
How could we be alike man your fake, a pretender
Came outta lockdown a couple months before September
I was grafting writing bars
While you were sat in bars on a bender
Ain't an air hostess but she's a crew member
Used to do bits now your washed
Arsène Wenger
I kicked it with a girl called Lola
The type you can't trust
Just because, everybody seems to know her
She's never known struggle
So she'll never know fame
Plus she's got a younger brother
Her parents treating them the same
That's a shame
Don't they grow up fast
Showing off's all in the past
Never once did I broadcast
Just surpassed
Surpassed all expectations
I'm celebrating dubs and lyrical assassinations
I always get head, I'm still leaving this gaff brainless
Going broke tryna look rich that shit is shameless
Outrageous, I had to have some patience
But now that I'm ill big booty chicks they be contagious
This girl text me saying she had a dream she noshed me off
Same time I'm having dreams bout 16oz and hella prof
In life you've got to take what you need
The stream hits the rocks
But it still makes it to sea
So succeed
That's the mindset I'm on
Am I wrong?
Am I weak or am I strong?
'Cause one minute I'm peaceful then the next that bar's deceitful
All I'll say is
Appreciate your people 'cause this world's so cruel and evil
They say clout's killing our people
And if it was a bag of fish and chips
Your girl would be a seagull
I do everything myself I've got no time for departure
I'm at the core like Agartha
There's no lava
No more Under Armour
They're drinking Red Stripe
I've got that red stripe and it's Prada
Getting too old for the palava
I need to make cash
I need to make sure I don't crash in the Merc
'Bout to sauce while I smirk
Could never sit back and just admire my work
Never had a plan B
My thoughts and ideas consuming all my sanity
Tryna pin ideas up like art in a gallery
I'm spending all my salary
I embody individuality
I'm tryna give you a glimpse of my life, my personality
My work has to be so much more than satisfactory
Actually, has to be so sick they'll never chat to me
Written by:
Jack Roberts
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