MSALA - My Story Lyrics

Yo, man is from Bounds Green, that was a dream till i hit eighteen
I was with the mandem smoking cali and drinking daily (yeah)
At the club mans popping md, the mandem is my f*cking family
Holidays up in italy, on the beach with a nice view of the sea
Uni life is doing me nice, motives every day with the guys
Hit up the bar at ten in the morning and i'm hitting the clubs at night
I'm going down central in a rental, slap corn at your temple
This corn is love, it ain't spilling blood, postcode beef is dumb
I don't wave katanas for fun
Im a humble yute, got nothing to prove, just trying to be rich and then cut
Relax on the beach, drink up my henny in peace
Spark up a zoot just picture the scene, living lavish it's the start of a dream

I been writing bars daily, not studying for uni cause i hate it
I just wanna blow up out the city
You can come try chase me if your ready

Ho cambiato paese da solo perchè voglio crescere mentalmente
La passione che brucia mi aiuta ma sembra soltanto una quiete apparente
Le strade son buie, ma ringrazio maria che mi tiene la mano
La meta è nel limbo, ma non sono lontano

Im behind these bars you can call me a criminal, sunday league man a leave your legs cynical
Make you subliminal, glide through the night got a cup on my right
I might be waved but i'll put up a fight, knuckles to your face make you look to the sky
Pop off a cork on the tenth of july, that's my glo day, fireworks in the sky (gang)
Drop the shank from your hips, start going lidge, get rid of the trauma that creeps in your eyes
It ain't f*cking worth it, im trying to be up in Dubai, and tell my parents i've made it outside
Then imma glide in a ride and love my life till the moment i die

I been writing bars daily, not studying for uni cause i hate it
I just wanna blow out the city
You can try come chase me if your ready

Uni life is doing me nice, motives every day with the guys
Hit up the bar at ten in the morning and i'm hitting the clubs at night
I'm going down central in a rental, slap corn at your temple
This corn is love, it ain't spilling blood
Postcode beef is dumb, i don't wave katanas for fun
Im a humble yute, got nuttin to prove, just trying to be rich and cut from the UK
Relax on the beach, drink up my henny in peace, spark up a zoot just picture the scene
Living lavish it's the start of a dream, never lacking when i roll with my team (gang)