Bars, Please

I've got tunes on a roll So now I'm tryna find where the root is now We can do this tomorrow Or fuckboy, we can do this now I keep myself quiet But try draw me out, I'm abusive now We ain't cool like that anymore We don't talk like that anymore Straight fighting, we don't talk facts inna war Stressed so I can't relax anymore A thousand grams, the whole pack in drawers Tesco bag for the nine when I package yours Feel like Cech when I'm out in the field Anytime, got a line I can bring right back The bars aren't working, your boy want money Smiling through the days that weren't even funny Yeah, I'm old school like Panda Pop Came out of the dark like the tramp I was I just wanna have fun, I don't care 'bout the money Just add the cost Too many years in the game where I trapped it off A lot of bars but your facts are off Tell a man watch your mouth cause I'll bax it off Money off shows but they tax it off Tax it off, it's a whole new legacy And I'm just tryna make that first Cold nights in the trap ain't what I wanna do I wanna break that curse I don't wanna be that chat shit guy Swear down, I could die from my word I wake up with a smile on my face, bright in the morning I wake with the birds Raising the question of life Is music for me? It's a gift and a curse A few good friends in this ting But a lot of man are fake and wanna eat off your name I could never feel any type of way About a next friend's progression around me, that's gay Cuh me, I'm just owning my lane Flows blow man away, I play dumb, I don't hear what they say Yeah, I've had times in my life I was going round and round Kinda felt like a circuit The time on the road that I can't get back I went jail on top and it weren't even worth it Talk about me in the ends more time Say I'm a ghost but I'm Kermit Didn't get no degrees But somehow Mum thinks that I'm perfect Yeah, I sent a freestyle to Kwam And everything changed from back in the day I was out here, vinyls in hand With Scope on the wing, tryna open the waves But now I've got bars, everything's a wrap Everybody rap but we ain't the same though I take my name, there's no rushing the game But call my name, you'll get brush in the game Yeah, just like that I'm not the one you can earn a quick stripe off I swear down, I'll end man just like that Yeah, just like then I'm not the one you can earn a quick stripe off I swear down, I'll end man just like them Yeah, Capo, don't forget Singalong ting's all good but Sometimes, Capo, you've gotta write bars Sometimes man will try draw you out but Sometimes you've gotta just jump in your car Sometimes she might say "tek off your shorts" But sometimes, you've gotta just think of your gyal Sometimes, you might want Spyro to mix Sometimes a man ain't got the right fee Sometimes a man wanna play upfront but Sometimes a man ain't got the right feet Bars, please