Struggling

[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'