From: Oli!
Afraid.Of.Oli
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(Yeah this beat cold, empty pockets no holes) I'm feeling my pockets in my jeans, like I'm feeling this beat Looking for the notes, the cash, 'n the p's 'n the g's Yeah the p's 'n the g's like paigon's I'm waiting on this money like patient Balance looking low like vacant I hope this lifestyle pays off, and I'm dodging the pain like maze run I used to lie about my rap life Yeah I'm doing music ain't that tight? Oh, me? Nah I'll probably get some other fella to spit bars Focus on beats, like f*ck that, my pen's to the paper like class Mouth to the mic and a tab to the tongue like Chance Eminem, London fused like mixed paths Waiting on positive feedback like "Miss mark" Give me that hundred percent Truth is you can't please everyone If I stopped when someone said stop I'd be done, I'd be dumb When their mouths opened I chucked off my shoes like run, and I ran Man I never wanna be in your shoes You're a nobody begging from the man who pays you Imma have an enterprise that's true People like "when's Oli's next track he's lit" I'm like I'm sitting on certi' tracks this year Keep your eyes and your ears peeled Open your heart and your mind, feel Step 'round all my tracks like you're running through a mine field Emotionally charged, yeah you're running through my mind still AHH Now my brain can barely remember our best moments My cranium is faded and not bold and I'm losing friends like they're stolen, I guess I keep the love in my heart and not the phone that I'm holdin' You see that zoot that you're smoking? It's dangerous, it's potent Especially, when you're alone 'n deep It's the only thing that stays 'cos you're broken Candlelit beats with a voice from a street Where I grew up with the Oyster card and listened to the beep Grew up with the gossipers and listened to the beef Like music to my ears they'll bleed Rather be alone in my room f*ck sleep I'll dream Rules are a myth oh please Don't give a f*ck yeah f*ck the police (Don't give a f*ck yeah f*ck the police) You could come back where you left us But I'm afraid the locks no longer fit with your keys Come have a tour of my life still Lemme do it through speech Stuck on repeat in my reality Same routine like CCTV I'm a prisoner but I choose how I feed You'd say "water with a 'T' if you please" We say 'watah' like no 'E' when we speak Cannibalistic dietary needs I walk with a limp, I kill within my breed Stepping on my own when I'm rapping on a beat With Andy on a sole of the shoes upon my feet Snake with the words 'cos I hiss with my teeth And the only Benz I ever had came in a baggy Only Benz I ever saw was owned by my Daddy That's before he went off packing Bet there's no begging for the rizz We buy, Raw, corner shop packs Just know the fumes hit my brain and I put it on a track That's facts that's facts that's facts
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