Next Up 47
I grew up in the South with a town
Where B sauce is spread and death comes about
And friends start to go, and feds come around
There's nowhere to go apart from the ground
We didn't have no peace to touch
I was only little, I didn't know much
No father figure, no smiles and pictures
I'm working hard, it's all for my mum
She would work so hard for a fiver
To call up her Mum in Eritrea, with the Lyca
That's right, I'ma make it up
Hope you know I'ma take it up
Tryna stack all my paper up
Hope you know I'ma take it up
Put a middle finger at a hater
'Cause they don't understand the way that I came through
'Cause they don't understand the that I came here
Only made a couple bands on my revelation
I just pray to the Lord, get'n impatient
'Cause this year is all about elevation
Shutdown Westfield 'cause I can though
No dad on my ones, I'm a man though
No, I ain't no average civilian
Thirteen I banged my first million views
Might recognize from the videos too
Went from a school yute to a cool yute
Tell a couple tunes, now I'm making them moves
Still going school, I'm a lyrical yute
Everything I say or with be a wave
Smiles in my face, my tunes in the rave
No more L's starting from today
Only going up, never downgrade
Tryna get my people put out of the slums
But keep the respect, 'cause that's where I'm from
The real South side of London
Where all the shit just has to go
Bang, bang, bang
I don't understand, stand, stand
It's all going mad, mad, mad
When you tell me they're gone
It's all gone wrong
When they won't come back, back, back
How can they just leave like that?
How can they just leave like that?
When you tell me they're gone
It's all gone wrong
I'm just tryna get away from here
Made my bread and disappear
You can't make success appear
You gotta work that shit up there
Through the ups and downs, I can't shed no tears
Keep my head up and show no fear
Keep it up 'til the coast is clear
I had to work that shit up there
Through the ups and down, I can't shed no tears
Keep my head up and show no fear
Keep it up 'til the coast is clear
You gotta work that shit up there
Yeah, yeah
Autor(es): Deno Driz
