Kut My Wrist (feat. Francis Blaz3)

Yeah, look They hate me, they see me, they come out the ring PaPo got sins, some would love what I'm seeing But I sit back and I act like a king Let the music talk I'm doing my thing They won't respect you until you sing l was lacking I was looking to win I go out to gigs let them vibe to what I bring I strive with my heart Hard like rock so my music sting At the same time set like a spring I got to think like I'm dying Rap is mathematics no lying I'm just a kid tryna make it big I'm just a kid tryna make it big And when your big They say you've changed we want the old you Who thought fans got mood swings Yeah, rap's stressing but it pays great I'm only stressing but I want my pay I'd do anything to win Rather look like Papa Penny I'm just caping I want the pay I put it out on the rap like I'm chasing the bag Hope they listen to the words Their all bout the flows turn to forget the growth You should cut my wrist You should cut my wrist You should cut my wrist If I show I ain't loyal You should call me a bitch Think I'm made for this lit Think I'm heading don't think I'd I'd cross a river and Crocs won't eat me Heavy is the crown don't mind my head Hebi hebi no mi my heads I'm on some trends don't talk on my back On this la vida que vivimos Life got least on top of the list List, atleast, list, list On this la vida que vivimos Moving in conscious ways If ain't the bag then you talking bout nonsense, huh One puff will leave you a coffin, huh Don't see other niggas often, huh Going so hard it's exhausting Coz these niggas got me moving real cautious, huh Might go get me a Rarri, huh Start being the life of the party yeah But there's some things that we need address Why does your girl keeping blowing up my set? She ain't do it properly pull up come correct There's some things that gotta be said We could just move in silence give you peace of mind And then we pull up and do it again I don't think I gotta explain they know who it is nigga top of the range Keep with the bullshit I keep it on sight, huh Like a demon in the night, huh Look em they aiming they chasing the clout I cannot stop it I know what about I'll be a king I don't need to doubt Acting like Simba I don't gotta shout I know the future I don't gotta flop Music is life, how can I stop? Under some pressure but I'm aiming front I'm on the come up I'm late for the haunt Finger, no trigger I'm shooting not punching Foot on the gas I'm speeding and passing I'm on the hurry my skin be so blurry Flying blind getting tough like Brolly Who should I be? Who should I be? I'll be a king You should cut my wrist You should cut my wrist You should cut my wrist If I show I ain't loyal You should call me a bitch Think I'm made for this lit Think I'm heading don't think I'd I'd cross a river and Crocs won't eat me Heavy is the crown don't mind my head Hebi hebi no mi my heads I'm on some trends don't talk on my back On this la vida que vivimos Life got least on top of the list List, atleast, list, list On this la vida que vivimos