Sochi Qveli - Success Story (feat. Bard Muuvement)

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Gather round ladies and gentlemen
It's about to be a sermon, or a storytelling session
Whichever, like, heart felt
I'm about to pour out emotions from the very depths of my being
It's Q by the way
Long side Bard Man BM, Bard Movement
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It's kind of crazy let me tell you bout this lifestyle
See being born I was good never a wild child
But being born in the hood made a child wild
Family of seven, daddy had four boys
Only listened to pops cos I was daddy's boy
And like a real gangster I never made a noise
The girls were three and papa loved them more
But that's just what I thought but what I never saw
Was the love he had for each one of us all
And though we wasn't rich, we always had enough
And growing up was rough so the boy got tough
Exiled to the streets as a very young teen
Got expelled from school when I was just 15
The irony of life when you lose, you win
Took a leap of faith
And I've been floating ever since
Said I'd do it on my own and I ain't looking back for shit
Put my mind on my business, don't envy and don't compete
Break the law then praise the Lord, compensating for my sins
Put my time on the grind keep it locked all the time
I know that I'm a shine so I put it in a rhyme
My way
Steady grinding you can see me on a Monday to Friday
On a Sunday catch me in my Bentley I be riding on the highway eh eh
Nobody stop me now, I dey match am on a fast lane
Bard Man rupture the girls membrane
Eh.. highway eh
I'm all about my way
Q Maqveli and I burst their brain, their brain eh
It's jaw dropping and ground breaking it's no debating
From grass to grace, hopeless to faith in all stages
We still made it, keeping it real just no faking
And no hating, it's all love and good riddance
I been praying to God lately, I don't stress
And he's saying that he got me on this conquest
To keep slaying in this game, ain't no contest
Gifted with words and eloquence, I feel blessed
Picture me perfect, picture me looking clean like am suffering from success
If money ain't the topic I suggest we change the subject
Nobody ever told me that I wasn't going to make it
I'm not a cliché rapper I'm the greatest in the making
I spit solid facts got no time to be faking
I walk it like I talk it, wear my heart on my sleeves
Come at your family tree and leave blood on the leaves
No mercy for my enemies I crush you with the feet
And now, you know defeat nigga
I'm king Julian, I'm feeling like a hooligan
With time on my grind, keep it locked all the time
I know that I'm a shine so I put it in a rhyme
Chineke, Chineke don bless me
I nor like person make e dey stress me
I get money I dey shack my Hennessy
Tell the Bard Man say make e free me
Chineke, Chineke don bless me
I nor like person make e dey stress me
I get money I dey shack my Hennessy
Tell the Bard Man say make e free me
Say na my way eh
I'm all about my way
Q Maqveli and I burst their brain.. their brain
Bard Movement.. it's a rap

Written by:
Sochinimesoo Paul-Dike

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