Released: September 13, 2012
Featuring: Mark Ellison
[Verse 1: Mark Ellison]
Listen, uh
Don't talk like you ride with the heat
Big 45, put your mind on your feet
Studio grind when we light up the cheese
And if you've got a problem, write for me G
But darg don't make me have to ride on your team
I holla at Loons like 'Rise up the P's'
Spray a round, lay 'em down
Mumma gon' have to say prayers now
I don't know why these yout's used to follow me
Cah their girlfriends wan' holla me
She wan' honour me
On her knees, gave her the wood, no mahogany
So if I choose to ride with the weapon
You'll be looking mad like Ryu in Tekken
Don't get it? Tekken vs. Street Fighter
Man I bun herbs, real leaf lighter
I ain't banging on these same roads
But if I'm banging then I'm banging for my main bros
My team on the grind tryna get dough
Lava on the riddim, I'm a walking volcano
[Hook: Mark Ellison]
My soul's black, my heart's grey
Both sides of my brain tryna part ways
So tell me what'd you know about hard pain?
You're on FaceBook bitching about a hard day
My soul's black, my heart's grey
Both sides of my brain tryna part ways
So tell me what'd you know about hard pain?
You're on FaceBook bitching about a hard day
[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
I never listen when the haters are talking
I keep my mouth shut, eyes up, keep walking
Cah I know where I'm going gonna make it
Haters, you better turn, can't face it
Cah they're weak and their flow sounds basic
Looney wanna turn rapping to a payslip
And if a nigga wants beef, I embrace it
Sutting like a Heskey penalty, I'll space it
Snakes wanna see me fall on my backside
I've got the Caribbean courage from my black side
I just stack notes, act broke, trap life
Fast pace, haters can't see me, I'm MAC5
You're not me cuz, na you're not that guy
You hit a zoot, one bun then you act high
You rock Lonsdale loafers and act fly
Me, I rap tight, LochWest is the catchline
I know a lot of man are snakes in the grass
Telling me I'll make it, telling me I'll pass
Watching what I'm doing then reporting to the babylon
But I does this for myself, gotta carry on
I know a lot of man are snakes in the grass
Telling me I'll make it, telling me I'll pass
Watching what I'm doing then reporting to the babylon
But I does this for myself, gotta carry on
A lot of man'll move funny for the paper
Fuck a hater, bin bag, see you later
I don't need no more stress, I'm a thin man
Aged eighteen living life like a big man
Talk to me 'bout paper, I'm listening
And I never cop jewels if they ain't glistening
Take things off my mind fam
My boy passed away couple years and I'm missing him
I live life, real facts, no fabrication
I keep stacking up the notes for a vacation
But in the meanwhile I'ma phone Charlie like 'Jump on the PlayStation'
Listen, uh
Don't talk like you ride with the heat
Big 45, put your mind on your feet
Studio grind when we light up the cheese
And if you've got a problem, write for me G
But darg don't make me have to ride on your team
I holla at Loons like 'Rise up the P's'
Spray a round, lay 'em down
Mumma gon' have to say prayers now
I don't know why these yout's used to follow me
Cah their girlfriends wan' holla me
She wan' honour me
On her knees, gave her the wood, no mahogany
So if I choose to ride with the weapon
You'll be looking mad like Ryu in Tekken
Don't get it? Tekken vs. Street Fighter
Man I bun herbs, real leaf lighter
I ain't banging on these same roads
But if I'm banging then I'm banging for my main bros
My team on the grind tryna get dough
Lava on the riddim, I'm a walking volcano
[Hook: Mark Ellison]
My soul's black, my heart's grey
Both sides of my brain tryna part ways
So tell me what'd you know about hard pain?
You're on FaceBook bitching about a hard day
My soul's black, my heart's grey
Both sides of my brain tryna part ways
So tell me what'd you know about hard pain?
You're on FaceBook bitching about a hard day
[Verse 2: AJ Tracey]
I never listen when the haters are talking
I keep my mouth shut, eyes up, keep walking
Cah I know where I'm going gonna make it
Haters, you better turn, can't face it
Cah they're weak and their flow sounds basic
Looney wanna turn rapping to a payslip
And if a nigga wants beef, I embrace it
Sutting like a Heskey penalty, I'll space it
Snakes wanna see me fall on my backside
I've got the Caribbean courage from my black side
I just stack notes, act broke, trap life
Fast pace, haters can't see me, I'm MAC5
You're not me cuz, na you're not that guy
You hit a zoot, one bun then you act high
You rock Lonsdale loafers and act fly
Me, I rap tight, LochWest is the catchline
I know a lot of man are snakes in the grass
Telling me I'll make it, telling me I'll pass
Watching what I'm doing then reporting to the babylon
But I does this for myself, gotta carry on
I know a lot of man are snakes in the grass
Telling me I'll make it, telling me I'll pass
Watching what I'm doing then reporting to the babylon
But I does this for myself, gotta carry on
A lot of man'll move funny for the paper
Fuck a hater, bin bag, see you later
I don't need no more stress, I'm a thin man
Aged eighteen living life like a big man
Talk to me 'bout paper, I'm listening
And I never cop jewels if they ain't glistening
Take things off my mind fam
My boy passed away couple years and I'm missing him
I live life, real facts, no fabrication
I keep stacking up the notes for a vacation
But in the meanwhile I'ma phone Charlie like 'Jump on the PlayStation'