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Walk with belief and aim to find fortune
Caused from the deep
I came when I walked through
I can feel the force against me
Lord fence me
Victim of thoughts of men, of course envy
Walking through the jungle
Merging with predators to find solace
I've been searching forevermore
Tortured inside, forced to think wise
Uphill struggle
I've been walking on an incline
When you're low, staying sane's priceless
Feeling drained, lifeless
The good hearted are the minority
The rest ain't playing the game like us
You can slip but always remain righteous
To live drama-free, that is impossible
With every road you turn down
There is an obstacle
Keep your chin to the sky
When the time's hard mind, craft, seek
And you shall find the right path

Find your way out won't turn to dust
This burning fire
Won't take your soul away from us

In this game, I am my
Own damn man, no restriction
Post or boundaries spouting heat
Hungry and my circle always round to eat
Crossing the Atlantic
Counting thousands at a thousand feet
While you're counting sheep
Homie sound asleep
Summoned from the deep, now I
Float, to sink my boat
You'll need a thousand fleets
I'll walk on any beat and stomp
It like a thousand feet and talk is cheap
So I could treat you to my words for free
Now that I'm out, man
I ain't playing like I hurt my knee
It's common courtesy, I left you for a minute
Now I'm back and packing punches
Like I'm Popeye popping spinach
Eating every course, breakfast, lunch
I ain't forgotten dinners
Play guitars as well as bars so
You ain't rocking with beginners
Sorry, time's ticking
I can't mess with up-and-comers
National lottery business
Only winners have my numbers
Man I'm nothing like you fronters
Show you how it is
I can't really do nothing for you
'less you got something to give

I'm not sure this can be proved
But I don't doubt it really happened
I was talking to the music
About the skill of rapping it said
"Why would anybody wish to hear
What you wanna say
Especially when the competition's
Fierce as Beyoncé?"
I told it I was on some multi-syllable shit
It said, "That means nothing if you come
Up with silly bullshit"
It then advised me, "If you're to compete
You have to have a homeless rapper vibe
And take big issues to the street"
I was quite a fool so I was so damn nervous
Songs can't be cool and
Have a profound purpose
I said "It's hard to hang insipid shit
Up when you're from a crew
That wants seven-figure stars and
The Big Dipper the music made me pack my
Stuff and go it alone
The crew called me a wanker
For holding my own
The old me's were phonies
So I'm not sorry that I murdered them
Cause I play gigs so often
They call me Alex Ferguson

Same old scenery
Tryna get the hell out legally
Only a fool would disagree with me
I used to call myself a trapper
Until I figured out I'm the one
That needs to be released
But what does it matter when
Your keys are dreamin'?
People wanna shatter it but secretly
They can see it happening
They eagerly await on your downfall
So I keep my middle finger
Up with a mouth full
Of licorice just to remind
Me of the bitterness
You think it's just your enemies
Please don't be an idiot
This area I'm living in, I'm sick of it
The villains are the little kids
Running 'round with shanks
Tryna catch somebody slipping when they're
Coming out the bank
The grass is greener on the other side
And now I'm where the grass is greener
So I'm alright
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English

Walk with belief and aim to find fortune
Caused from the deep
I came when I walked through
I can feel the force against me
Lord fence me
Victim of thoughts of men, of course envy
Walking through the jungle
Merging with predators to find solace
I've been searching forevermore
Tortured inside, forced to think wise
Uphill struggle
I've been walking on an incline
When you're low, staying sane's priceless
Feeling drained, lifeless
The good hearted are the minority
The rest ain't playing the game like us
You can slip but always remain righteous
To live drama-free, that is impossible
With every road you turn down
There is an obstacle
Keep your chin to the sky
When the time's hard mind, craft, seek
And you shall find the right path

Find your way out won't turn to dust
This burning fire
Won't take your soul away from us

In this game, I am my
Own damn man, no restriction
Post or boundaries spouting heat
Hungry and my circle always round to eat
Crossing the Atlantic
Counting thousands at a thousand feet
While you're counting sheep
Homie sound asleep
Summoned from the deep, now I
Float, to sink my boat
You'll need a thousand fleets
I'll walk on any beat and stomp
It like a thousand feet and talk is cheap
So I could treat you to my words for free
Now that I'm out, man
I ain't playing like I hurt my knee
It's common courtesy, I left you for a minute
Now I'm back and packing punches
Like I'm Popeye popping spinach
Eating every course, breakfast, lunch
I ain't forgotten dinners
Play guitars as well as bars so
You ain't rocking with beginners
Sorry, time's ticking
I can't mess with up-and-comers
National lottery business
Only winners have my numbers
Man I'm nothing like you fronters
Show you how it is
I can't really do nothing for you
'less you got something to give

I'm not sure this can be proved
But I don't doubt it really happened
I was talking to the music
About the skill of rapping it said
"Why would anybody wish to hear
What you wanna say
Especially when the competition's
Fierce as Beyoncé?"
I told it I was on some multi-syllable shit
It said, "That means nothing if you come
Up with silly bullshit"
It then advised me, "If you're to compete
You have to have a homeless rapper vibe
And take big issues to the street"
I was quite a fool so I was so damn nervous
Songs can't be cool and
Have a profound purpose
I said "It's hard to hang insipid shit
Up when you're from a crew
That wants seven-figure stars and
The Big Dipper the music made me pack my
Stuff and go it alone
The crew called me a wanker
For holding my own
The old me's were phonies
So I'm not sorry that I murdered them
Cause I play gigs so often
They call me Alex Ferguson

Same old scenery
Tryna get the hell out legally
Only a fool would disagree with me
I used to call myself a trapper
Until I figured out I'm the one
That needs to be released
But what does it matter when
Your keys are dreamin'?
People wanna shatter it but secretly
They can see it happening
They eagerly await on your downfall
So I keep my middle finger
Up with a mouth full
Of licorice just to remind
Me of the bitterness
You think it's just your enemies
Please don't be an idiot
This area I'm living in, I'm sick of it
The villains are the little kids
Running 'round with shanks
Tryna catch somebody slipping when they're
Coming out the bank
The grass is greener on the other side
And now I'm where the grass is greener
So I'm alright
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Writer: IKPAEMA SMITH UZOMBA, JAKE NATHAN GOSLING, JOSEPH NII LANTE BARTLETT-VANDERPUYE, JOVEL WALKER, JUSTIN JUDE CLARKE SAMUEL, JUSTIN CLARKE SAMUEL
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