Music Will Love You Back

Do the circuit to prove your worth That was my thoughts when I drew my first Hit out the bag, I was too concerned With appeal, maybe I went too commersh Cos, they liked when I sang but they viewed my verse As complex, so I eased my views to work For everybody, but if I saw the future first Maybe I would've stayed in my views to murk Everything that I touched I didn't think that I'd lost If I didn't spin man on songs I didn't give man a run for their money cos I was too focussed on making the catchiest songs No Lord of the Mics – I thought clashing is long cos If I see man when the camera is off I will ask wah gwaan like man was Trilla (Wah gwaan though?) Anyway, back to the song When I look back to the choices I made I think to myself, was I actually wrong Music, do you still love me Or are we actually done Have I made too many errors or Is there a chance of patching this up But what have I actually done So bad for you to be acting this wrong I know I didn't do that Fire in the Booth, but I was focussed on rapping my songs I know I didn't run out at culture clash, but I didn't think it was my chance to be on And I didn't make another off track, but I did make garage a lot I thought that was enough You said I was the one to watch I must've lost my compass on the bus Because I was just on the cusp to buss and Now I'm in the same place Radio, spitting the same 8s I still get love when I spray, mate When I touch road; man say can you spray rave It's a wonder how I've maintained shape When you ain't giving me the same grace As the other guys that just came, wait At this stage, I should be on mates' rates Yh, I do know that the games changed It's cool to sing now that the game's changed They sound like me, but they ain't great Them man are straight teif like Brace face Imagine if, I was on stage up in Hammersmith New song drops and the crowd going mad at it Got big dreams but, trust me it's challenging When you're walking by yourself, no managing Had bare offers in the past when I had a hit But I stayed loyal to the camp that I was with Now I'm solo, but I'm still travelling Not waiting to see who will give man a lift But it's peak when You ain't got no shows on the weekend Then you have to do mad stuff to meet ends Man told me to go get a job But I'm no better off if I go get a job Cos my dough's better once I get shown better odds Even if I ain't got doe for the month I will still surface like I know Etta Bond And I'm still dope when I drop Rhymes on these beats, life's not easy So, I speak It and have grime on repeat Make ideas at night blood, weekly Should be daily, but I'm not knee deep Should be still, but design does need me I do try blood, see me I can't relax and be glad I'm too attached to the graft This is the path that I've slabbed This is my asthma attack This is my passed my exams This is my last running lap This is my pain and my joy I don't know what to make of this point But I know I'll be making the joints Till there's aches in my joints And by that time, I'll be raking the coins I hope my work rate isn't void I may be annoyed that it's taking so long But blood, if the game weren't so long And I had it great with no wrongs Maybe I wouldn't appreciate the gold rush When it comes to man, but What's for man, is just for man Be better off when I understand If I don't believe and love the track, then Music won't love me back