Stand-Off by EXEM Lyrics
[Intro:]
No disrespect;
But If it came to it;
I’d say fuck ya cheque;
Ima dip; and I’ll see you when I flip it;
Yuh
Guess ima fuck up;
Guess i dunno much;
But what I knows; not gonna show;
Till U see me at a show;
Till u see me on the road;
Till u call me on the phone;
And I let u know how much I miss home;
[Verse #1:]
I love you mum but I’d rather slit my fuckin' wrists;
Or drive my fucking whip of a cliff;
Then get into this shit; wit you;
Yeah; I don’t wanna start;
Don’t wanna open up my heart;
Or leave you in the dark;
This shit ain’t a farse;
Im gonna replace these bars;
With my bars
I don’t wanna Get a job;
Workin' like a dog;
Ion wanna Live life just to survive;
I wanna thrive;
It ain’t comin' round twice;
No shit;
Ain’t lip;
I just don’t wanna rush into it;
Cause whats to gain?
Fuckin' blue-collar;
White-collar slaves;
Fuck fame;
It’s all the same; anyway;
Either way I gotta pay;
[Verse #2:]
I know your tryna do your best for me;
Plz know I’m tryna do me best to be;
A good son;
And give you what you want from me;
But I’m gonna chase till I make it;
Wether Ima make it or not;
Dosent matter where I go;
Even if I gotta bleed pro bono;
Even if I gotta bleed solo;
Ima bleed to the beat;
Cause that’s how i needs it to be;
I need them to see;
I’m just a Young JIT;
With a spliff;
And a dream; going through it;
Ordinary shit;
Taken hit after hit;
Play the riff; and I rap over it;
Smoke a clip; as I spit;
As I clip; as I remix it;
Mix it;
Blink and you’ll miss it;
Yuh;
I’m working every night;
So it isn’t in your sight;
But I’m Telling you now;
Im tryna make you proud;
No-cap; it ain’t an act;
And I’m getting better with every track;
That’s a fact;
It’s a fact;
It’s gonna take time;
Im gonna have to grind;
Some dope;
To grind out some smoke;
And elope;
With the love; of my life;
The sounds in my soul;
And the music bleeding from my mic...
No disrespect;
But If it came to it;
I’d say fuck ya cheque;
Ima dip; and I’ll see you when I flip it;
Yuh
Guess ima fuck up;
Guess i dunno much;
But what I knows; not gonna show;
Till U see me at a show;
Till u see me on the road;
Till u call me on the phone;
And I let u know how much I miss home;
[Verse #1:]
I love you mum but I’d rather slit my fuckin' wrists;
Or drive my fucking whip of a cliff;
Then get into this shit; wit you;
Yeah; I don’t wanna start;
Don’t wanna open up my heart;
Or leave you in the dark;
This shit ain’t a farse;
Im gonna replace these bars;
With my bars
I don’t wanna Get a job;
Workin' like a dog;
Ion wanna Live life just to survive;
I wanna thrive;
It ain’t comin' round twice;
No shit;
Ain’t lip;
I just don’t wanna rush into it;
Cause whats to gain?
Fuckin' blue-collar;
White-collar slaves;
Fuck fame;
It’s all the same; anyway;
Either way I gotta pay;
[Verse #2:]
I know your tryna do your best for me;
Plz know I’m tryna do me best to be;
A good son;
And give you what you want from me;
But I’m gonna chase till I make it;
Wether Ima make it or not;
Dosent matter where I go;
Even if I gotta bleed pro bono;
Even if I gotta bleed solo;
Ima bleed to the beat;
Cause that’s how i needs it to be;
I need them to see;
I’m just a Young JIT;
With a spliff;
And a dream; going through it;
Ordinary shit;
Taken hit after hit;
Play the riff; and I rap over it;
Smoke a clip; as I spit;
As I clip; as I remix it;
Mix it;
Blink and you’ll miss it;
Yuh;
I’m working every night;
So it isn’t in your sight;
But I’m Telling you now;
Im tryna make you proud;
No-cap; it ain’t an act;
And I’m getting better with every track;
That’s a fact;
It’s a fact;
It’s gonna take time;
Im gonna have to grind;
Some dope;
To grind out some smoke;
And elope;
With the love; of my life;
The sounds in my soul;
And the music bleeding from my mic...