My rap name half my Government, with X the letter thrown in
I write for myself, extra dosage of the serotonin
People think they Kings of circles they was never known in
Racking up the mileage that's what happens when forever roaming
I woke up feeling Godly
Named after a King so I don't find that odd see
Will I lose money on this project? Probably
Labour of love, it's an expensive hobby
I see the comments tryna write me off as history
Them misses were fun snaps, they never did shit to me
All this time has passed, you still sound like a bitch to me
You got off lightly, next time I'll smack you literally
The wind sweeps away these Autumn leaves
Ayo that's genius, how have I never thought of these?
Criticised by non-rappers who've never bought a beat
Can't put their money where their mouth is 'cause their talk is cheap
Master of the arts, rule til I'm nothing
Never been a tough guy, just ain't into bluffing
Maps apply recent traits, intricate nuances
Went from rapping along to building with my influences
Master of the arts, rule til I'm nothing
Never been a tough guy, just ain't into bluffing
Maps apply recent traits, intricate nuances
Went from rapping along to building with my influences
My middle name my Grandad, my surname mispronounced
Auntie Diane's, Estcourt Street, damn, I miss the house
And to my Grandparents your house is still number seven
Even though it's been a dealers since 2011
Me and the crew felt like we was invincible
Thought we knew stress back then, nah it was simple duke
Collect your pocket money, yeah I'll take out all the bins for you
And now I'm praying I succeed on this job interview
Truthfully I'm astounded
I don't see anyone despite the proximity of their houses
I can't believe that we allowed this
Will it ever be the same again? I doubt it
This is what happens at adulthood after adolescence
It's rare to see those who used to have a presence
I'm not one who regards their Father as a legend
Let's kill the puddle talk, bare with me, let me brag a second
Marx - M.A.R.T.I.N. (feat. Fast T) Lyrics
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My rap name half my Government, with X the letter thrown in
I write for myself, extra dosage of the serotonin
People think they Kings of circles they was never known in
Racking up the mileage that's what happens when forever roaming
I woke up feeling Godly
Named after a King so I don't find that odd see
Will I lose money on this project? Probably
Labour of love, it's an expensive hobby
I see the comments tryna write me off as history
Them misses were fun snaps, they never did shit to me
All this time has passed, you still sound like a bitch to me
You got off lightly, next time I'll smack you literally
The wind sweeps away these Autumn leaves
Ayo that's genius, how have I never thought of these?
Criticised by non-rappers who've never bought a beat
Can't put their money where their mouth is 'cause their talk is cheap
Master of the arts, rule til I'm nothing
Never been a tough guy, just ain't into bluffing
Maps apply recent traits, intricate nuances
Went from rapping along to building with my influences
Master of the arts, rule til I'm nothing
Never been a tough guy, just ain't into bluffing
Maps apply recent traits, intricate nuances
Went from rapping along to building with my influences
My middle name my Grandad, my surname mispronounced
Auntie Diane's, Estcourt Street, damn, I miss the house
And to my Grandparents your house is still number seven
Even though it's been a dealers since 2011
Me and the crew felt like we was invincible
Thought we knew stress back then, nah it was simple duke
Collect your pocket money, yeah I'll take out all the bins for you
And now I'm praying I succeed on this job interview
Truthfully I'm astounded
I don't see anyone despite the proximity of their houses
I can't believe that we allowed this
Will it ever be the same again? I doubt it
This is what happens at adulthood after adolescence
It's rare to see those who used to have a presence
I'm not one who regards their Father as a legend
Let's kill the puddle talk, bare with me, let me brag a second
I write for myself, extra dosage of the serotonin
People think they Kings of circles they was never known in
Racking up the mileage that's what happens when forever roaming
I woke up feeling Godly
Named after a King so I don't find that odd see
Will I lose money on this project? Probably
Labour of love, it's an expensive hobby
I see the comments tryna write me off as history
Them misses were fun snaps, they never did shit to me
All this time has passed, you still sound like a bitch to me
You got off lightly, next time I'll smack you literally
The wind sweeps away these Autumn leaves
Ayo that's genius, how have I never thought of these?
Criticised by non-rappers who've never bought a beat
Can't put their money where their mouth is 'cause their talk is cheap
Master of the arts, rule til I'm nothing
Never been a tough guy, just ain't into bluffing
Maps apply recent traits, intricate nuances
Went from rapping along to building with my influences
Master of the arts, rule til I'm nothing
Never been a tough guy, just ain't into bluffing
Maps apply recent traits, intricate nuances
Went from rapping along to building with my influences
My middle name my Grandad, my surname mispronounced
Auntie Diane's, Estcourt Street, damn, I miss the house
And to my Grandparents your house is still number seven
Even though it's been a dealers since 2011
Me and the crew felt like we was invincible
Thought we knew stress back then, nah it was simple duke
Collect your pocket money, yeah I'll take out all the bins for you
And now I'm praying I succeed on this job interview
Truthfully I'm astounded
I don't see anyone despite the proximity of their houses
I can't believe that we allowed this
Will it ever be the same again? I doubt it
This is what happens at adulthood after adolescence
It's rare to see those who used to have a presence
I'm not one who regards their Father as a legend
Let's kill the puddle talk, bare with me, let me brag a second
Writer: Martin Guymer
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid