Ghetto Kyote

[Verse]

I've been tryna progress

To a place where my family is so blessed

I know that my mum's back-bone stressed

Holding the weight so we moan less

Reason why she wants me on the road less

Holding me down 'cause she knows best

I gotta listen man, it's so eff'd

But sometimes I think stress is in my own head

So I gotta move in the next way

Make time and plan for a next day

I ain't tryna spend money on a segway

Cuh I tryna do more when I get paid

Invest in our futures

Some studio time and producers

Work rates through the ceiling

Moving ruthless, all your hate is useless

Still, how much pain can my body take?

From being stabbed in the back from my bloody mate

Want me to hit the belly, that's no tummy weight

Next when I'm AJ'd out on a bummy day

Ugh, you move in a scummy way

You plastic brothers, you're filled with a dummy brain

Wanna get wrapped in a mummy way?

Left in a state where your mates all run away

Man get left in a tomb

I've kept it real since I ejected the womb

They told a world where man make mushroom soup then a man gets waved off shrooms

Different aspects, which one would you choose?

Were you built to win? Was you made to lose?

I want my team to drink, I've been pressing that juice

Lazy yout and you're pressin' that snooze

Time to wake up, we're all tryna get cake up

Cuh I buy 50 lemons then you make lemonade bruv

Or do you sell it as grade bruv?

You see the way I explain bruv?

Because some man less so fixed on life than getting a shape-up

But I'm tryna move forward and never be living that wave bruv

Cuh I'm more on progression

With a positive mind frame

Because I know people that's been hurt from depression

So I'm tryna learn from their lessons

I gotta thank God for my blessings

That's why it's Dunya, I ain't got time to be messing

You're focused on finessing, your life's deeper than the way you're dressing

Talk about grindin'

Man I know about grindin'

That my mum's teeth that were grindin'

From the stress she was hiding

We're all tryna put our mums in retirement

But that's gonna come with the timin'

Me, I want things to work out

But I swear down it's all tirin'

Fam, I swear down it's all straining

I don't wanna hear my fam complaining

Swear down the ends all flamin'

Mandem draw for the heat for the stainin'

Washed up in time 'cause they're pagans

It's dead beef that they're raising

Focused, I don't know who you're fazin'

Putting in work all night, all dazing

Z double U, it's the B-I-G

Z double U, it's the B-I-G

Z double U and if a man can't spell then that's Big Zuu

B-I-G

Z double U, it's the B-I-G

Z double U, it's the B-I-G

Z double U and if a man can't spell then that's Big Zuu