Intro by Trillary Banks Lyrics
[Intro]
They don’t argue I been doing this for a minute still
I been out here
Trillary Banks
Pinky
Lady Skeng haha
Hold tight L.C. Leicester City that’s my home, that’s where I’m from, Duece
Big up all my supporters
Everyone voting for trillary ya know?
I just gotta spit some real shit
Let them know what’s been going on
[Verse 1]
Dear music if I get a opportunity don’t make me lose it
Got me feeling like it’s me against the world, I’ve been chasing this dream ever since I was a little girl
On the block spitting bars, way before I had big plans and nice cars
I know you made for me, I can feel it in my heart so I keep going hard, till death do us part
But
It ain’t easy, know how many nights I slept in my whip, kept it legit, and I always repped for my bits
I ain’t fucking no rapper just to bus, I’d rather keep it pushing writing till my last push
It’s like they sleeping on me
They don’t wanna show love
Behind closed doors but they don’t never speak up
You don’t know nothing about me because my life’s been tough
Many nights i go to sleep and I don’t wanna wake up
It not all a bed of roses trust me
Put myself on ain’t nobody bus me
They say I’m the hardest so I guess I must be
Smile in my face but I bet they probably cuss me
(Kisses teeth)
That’s why I stay on my lones, more time you see me I’m on my Jack Jones
I grew up on the Duece where the niggas pack chrome
And all they really know is block life and trap phones
It’s still the foundation, a back bone
They say there ain’t no place quite like home
I gotta do this for my city and give everybody hope
Dis ain’t brexit but I need everybody’s vote cos
All they see is the fame
In the background I’ve been working like a slave so I can eat like a king, bring all my niggas in, cos all I really wanted was for everyone to win. (Win)
I do this for my guys in the bin
No question I know they gon ride on the wing
Wham said “I heard you on 1Xtra youll soon blow, make sure you shout me out in your next tune tho”
Shit coulda been so different, lost a couple homies now it seems so distant
Hurts to know I’m out doing shows while my bro’s locked up wishing they was back home
It brings tears to my eyes, I can’t even lie, everybody say they riding until it’s time to ride (time to ride)
Sometimes you just got to swallow your pride, twenty four years inside is it really worth the time
Jakes running up in your crib
But this is how it is
So we get it how we live
When I blow up your kids ain’t ever gonna want for shit
Real spit free breezy soon back up in this bitch (bitch)
No label no deal
Blood sweat and tears, I know how the grind feels
Gotta go hard so I can eat them nice meals
Been on the grind and I’m on the grind, still(still)
Gotta thank mummy for the blessings
Never take a L I either win or learn a lesson
Dear music I gotta confession, I used to flip packs before my studio session
The real
(The real)
(The real)
(The real)
They don’t argue I been doing this for a minute still
I been out here
Trillary Banks
Pinky
Lady Skeng haha
Hold tight L.C. Leicester City that’s my home, that’s where I’m from, Duece
Big up all my supporters
Everyone voting for trillary ya know?
I just gotta spit some real shit
Let them know what’s been going on
[Verse 1]
Dear music if I get a opportunity don’t make me lose it
Got me feeling like it’s me against the world, I’ve been chasing this dream ever since I was a little girl
On the block spitting bars, way before I had big plans and nice cars
I know you made for me, I can feel it in my heart so I keep going hard, till death do us part
But
It ain’t easy, know how many nights I slept in my whip, kept it legit, and I always repped for my bits
I ain’t fucking no rapper just to bus, I’d rather keep it pushing writing till my last push
It’s like they sleeping on me
They don’t wanna show love
Behind closed doors but they don’t never speak up
You don’t know nothing about me because my life’s been tough
Many nights i go to sleep and I don’t wanna wake up
It not all a bed of roses trust me
Put myself on ain’t nobody bus me
They say I’m the hardest so I guess I must be
Smile in my face but I bet they probably cuss me
(Kisses teeth)
That’s why I stay on my lones, more time you see me I’m on my Jack Jones
I grew up on the Duece where the niggas pack chrome
And all they really know is block life and trap phones
It’s still the foundation, a back bone
They say there ain’t no place quite like home
I gotta do this for my city and give everybody hope
Dis ain’t brexit but I need everybody’s vote cos
All they see is the fame
In the background I’ve been working like a slave so I can eat like a king, bring all my niggas in, cos all I really wanted was for everyone to win. (Win)
I do this for my guys in the bin
No question I know they gon ride on the wing
Wham said “I heard you on 1Xtra youll soon blow, make sure you shout me out in your next tune tho”
Shit coulda been so different, lost a couple homies now it seems so distant
Hurts to know I’m out doing shows while my bro’s locked up wishing they was back home
It brings tears to my eyes, I can’t even lie, everybody say they riding until it’s time to ride (time to ride)
Sometimes you just got to swallow your pride, twenty four years inside is it really worth the time
Jakes running up in your crib
But this is how it is
So we get it how we live
When I blow up your kids ain’t ever gonna want for shit
Real spit free breezy soon back up in this bitch (bitch)
No label no deal
Blood sweat and tears, I know how the grind feels
Gotta go hard so I can eat them nice meals
Been on the grind and I’m on the grind, still(still)
Gotta thank mummy for the blessings
Never take a L I either win or learn a lesson
Dear music I gotta confession, I used to flip packs before my studio session
The real
(The real)
(The real)
(The real)