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workrate - my story (intro) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
senseii
yo

let me tell you my story from start to end
let me tell you my story from start to now
my parents fell off and left their’ homes
found a brand new life in london town
westminister hospital where i was born
my mom gave birth to her fourth child
she named me omar after the companinon
she never knew this how i’d turn out
my dad went cunch and gave us opportunities
anything he built, we tore it down
west half of mozart lived in the estate
and both of my big bros bangin’ hard
they flagged red so we did move house
my parents scared, to loose their’ child
other side of west where i met my friends
and this where my story started out
i was a good kid never missed me a prayer
but i never liked school since i was a child
all of these kids be stuck in their’ ipad
i was outside ’till the sun goes down
religiousness school but i still was cool
so i had to pray they don’t see me out
but i never moved one i ain’t playin’ around
show me a girl and my glaze was down
my life changed half_way through year 11

didn’t care for exams all i saw was red
like, i gotta’ slide and ching up a pr_ck
broski preaching, i couldn’t care less
all that i’m thinkin’ “get back quick”
you already know that i called me a taxi
and i got ’round with the longest ching
catch me a paigon, run him and chased him
catch up fast and i punctured skin
i was 16 when i got my first
and that’s when i clocked that i love to ching
diagnosed bad with a drillin disease
that i got from the streets, hope god forgives
just 17 fell in love with shavin’
so i kept shaving, taping strips
top goal scorers, me and my batch
that’s me and my bros, that’s my and my clique
never got caught and we do get away
so me and my broskis love this sh_t
yeah i went court for minor crimes
but cps knows i’ve done major hits
banned from my hood then banned from my clique
spent my childhood in and out nicks
they call me workrate cah’ i mashed work

everyone trollin’, but we were rollin’
knives and smoke with loaded clips
mashed works on affiliates or the associates
please don’t die cuz’ you spoke on him
wrapped up a tent of serious drillings
and i was rappin’ about them drills
hit up anyone that rocks with them

london city i’m runnin’ my set
we flag red and opps get drilled
everyone saw me as one of the heads
cuz’ i do rap and attempted k!lls
millions comin’ and everyone lovin’
and all i wanted was more opps peeled
kept on slidin’, shootings, knifeings
all i wanted was a life to steal
beef on_sight but we lost 2 more

we caught cases, some of them beat it
some of them lost some years in felts
in and out jail, first year i’m coming out
fillin’ them clips with loaded sh_lls
runnin’ them racks up, all of us strapped up
i liked that way with lean and bells
broski’s folden, runnin’ them bands up
so i had bricks and ‘been in the trapyard
and i had bankcards filled up well
and it weren’t content if i kept it real
something’s missing, i just can’t tell
my family is fallin’, tearin’ apart
cah’ their’ children outside, raisin’ h_ll
taking the anger out on the streets
sorry mommy and dad for the pain you’ve felt
sorry mommy and if you thought you’ve failed
but now i’m mature and i’m thinking straight
see her buy her own house and paint her nails
let’s chat to 2 and i missed that story
but i’m sorry that’s suttin’ i can’t tell
back to the beef right now, let me tell you
you know you can die if my set is against you
everyone toughed up, west is f_cked up
sb bussed case, came home no bail
fell deeper and deeper on the street
on the street, but i never felt good but f_ck how i feel
blowin’ of music, k!llin’ them paigons
me and my set kept cl!ckin’ them sticks

beef died down cuz’ the opps are sh_t
beef died down cuz’ they’re all extinct
beef died down, so i focused on music
billin’ up hard that’s views and cl!cks
now i ain’t trappin’ cah’ i can afford it
now i’m just rapping, stacking chips
everything golden workrate i’m vibin’
n0body knows what’s wrong with the kid
i balance religion and balance the streets
i didn’t know which one to pick
music slowed down, money kept going down
now i had to get me a job that’s lidge
repented to god for all of the trappin’
i couldn’t go back trapping bricks
no money i’m brass, bread comes and goes
so i had to sleep on a [?] mattress
moved out my crib trynna’ find some sp_ce
no money for food so i finished the gym
i lived of porridge, that’s water, honey and coffee and biscuits
music good again so i’m merchin’
run up some racks from my clothing business
i felt sum’ change so it’s “f_ck these streets”
want more from life, that’s money and b_s
the streets calmed down and so did my music
now i got money and i really do this
still not happy, like something is missing
honestly i couldn’t put my finger on it
[?] was missin’, family’s stressin’
now i gotta’ go and make something happen
wars in my head when my demons fightin’
and like never again i was battlin’ them

[outro]
you know what i’m sayin? that’s the story
whatever i can share, right there
so i told these youngers “f_ck the streets”
just know it ain’t always as it seems
you understand?
senseii

- workrate

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