[Speaking - Masterstepz]
It's Death is just a page away, Davinche on production let's go
[Verse 1]
I'm not tough, I don't scuff kicks, don't scuff chicks, actually I don't scuff
We're all grown cuz, can all do stuff so leave the beef alone
Concentrate on making move blood
If boxing was spitting, I'd be a heavyweight
If beef made money, then I'd be in it every day
But it's not lucrative so I just stay away
But know yourself, no chefs here but you'll get baked day
I drop Bathing Apes, I got a grizzly beard that's hiding my baby face
I'm stressed from my paper chase, at night I just lay awake
Cause old school tapes are play off, Gods Gift, Maxwell, Plague, Wiley and Major Ace look
I just gaze in space, asking God how to make these papers mate
He said Ash, 'Pick up the Papermate pen and grace the paper mate'
And yes, I'm a baders babe and your mans pissed cause all he's been drinking is (?)
[Hook]
I can't fade away, I ain't made a name
Don't dig a grave, I ain't killed today
I write about my life that's what keeps the cage away
The roads a book it's titled 'Death Is Just A Page Away'
[Verse 2]
Fuck the hype ting, I'm not on it
All I wanna do is make my stack the largest
Nah, I ain't the hardest artist but I'll have you sprinted out your blocks like Mark Lewis Francis
My advance is, not going on cars, whips
Going in stocks and shares and yard space
Not the fact that I'm tryna be smart
It's being broke is a joke but far from a laugh
Yeah cuz I was really fucked so like Mr. Mills I had to look sharp cuz, had to fix up
Course there was a time, when I was really bruk
So I did, couple A.C's with a silly slut
Can't depend on luck, to get my money up
(But I need paper cuz!)
Look I need to raise them funds
But I know I ain't a thug and I ain't moving drugs
But I ain't them little boys, tryna sponge off their Mums
[Hook]
I can't fade away, (nar) I ain't made a name (nar)
Don't dig a grave, I ain't killed today (no!)
I write about my life that's what keeps the cage away (yeah!)
The roads a book it's titled 'Death Is Just A Page Away'
[Verse 3]
They're tryna cops garms, I'm tryna cop drums
Cop planes, cop yachts, cuz you only live once
Course I'll make a name, course I'm gonna stunt
Everyone knows that Bashy is a cocky cunt
Tall and skinny and black like a hockey puck
Good looking black boy but just don't give a fuck
But polite when I have to be
Actually, fame can't change me I'll be the same old Ashley
MC and actor, in my own category
Moves like a bullet boy but I ain't Asher D
Hip Hop and grime, neither is a match for me
West Indian but we're African naturally
So i'll annihilate, persons who lie and say
Africa's the birth place aids, nah it's best that they hide today
Right away, before my people find away
To make them permanently make them hibernate
[Hook]
I can't fade away, I ain't made a name (nar)
Don't dig a grave, I ain't killed today (nar!)
I write about my life that's what keeps the cage away (yeah!)
The roads a book it's titled 'Death Is Just A Page Away'
I can't fade away, (nar) I ain't made a name (nar)
Don't dig a grave, I ain't killed today (no!)
I write about my life that's what keeps the cage away (yeah!)
The roads a book it's titled 'Death Is Just A Page Away'
(Outro)
Ragz2Richez baby
Love me, love me, say that you love me
Fool me, fool me, go on and fool me
Love me, love me, pretend that you love me
Leave me, leave me, just say that you need me
Ermmm... nahhhh!
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