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'