99 Beckham by KB (UK) Lyrics
[Hook]
I'm feeling like '99 Beckham
Doing dead ball practice on the training ground
Cause I went hard for the team
But we lost and the fans tryna blame me now
Once upon a time we was like brothers
But what? You wanna hate me now?
Middle finger to the judge, say fuck him
Double figures couldn't break me down
[Verse 1]
Picture me fifteen patting niggas down
Them times there I thought I had it figured out
Never thought the police could drag a nigga down
Probably why mummy won't have me in her housе
My pops was robbing blags in the eighties and that's no cap
I did thе same in '09, how cold's that?
Look how the road's mad
So I hope my unborn son never has to see the pen like his old man
We score cah we go ham
I'm talking to his door bro, I could've been a postman
But you know what I'm saying?
Blake's done a Fergie, told me "Keep playing"
Pressure was on my back, had to keep training
Listen, I'm explaining if I had a pound
For every time someone said "You should've made it"
I'd probably be where Drake is
Am I exaggerating or are you just hating?
[Hook]
I'm feeling like '99 Beckham
Doing dead ball practice on the training ground
Cause I went hard for the team
But we lost and the fans tryna blame me now
Once upon a time we was like brothers
But what? You wanna hate me now?
Middle finger to the judge, say fuck him
Double figures couldn't break me down
[Verse 2]
Listen I'm just painting pictures with words for niggas with birds
That feel like living's a curse
Just make sure you're true to the east nigga
You live and you learn
I'm feeling like '99 Beckham
Doing dead ball practice on the training ground
Cause I went hard for the team
But we lost and the fans tryna blame me now
Once upon a time we was like brothers
But what? You wanna hate me now?
Middle finger to the judge, say fuck him
Double figures couldn't break me down
[Verse 1]
Picture me fifteen patting niggas down
Them times there I thought I had it figured out
Never thought the police could drag a nigga down
Probably why mummy won't have me in her housе
My pops was robbing blags in the eighties and that's no cap
I did thе same in '09, how cold's that?
Look how the road's mad
So I hope my unborn son never has to see the pen like his old man
We score cah we go ham
I'm talking to his door bro, I could've been a postman
But you know what I'm saying?
Blake's done a Fergie, told me "Keep playing"
Pressure was on my back, had to keep training
Listen, I'm explaining if I had a pound
For every time someone said "You should've made it"
I'd probably be where Drake is
Am I exaggerating or are you just hating?
[Hook]
I'm feeling like '99 Beckham
Doing dead ball practice on the training ground
Cause I went hard for the team
But we lost and the fans tryna blame me now
Once upon a time we was like brothers
But what? You wanna hate me now?
Middle finger to the judge, say fuck him
Double figures couldn't break me down
[Verse 2]
Listen I'm just painting pictures with words for niggas with birds
That feel like living's a curse
Just make sure you're true to the east nigga
You live and you learn