Ard Adz - Dirty's Pain lyrics

Thinking where to start this
In the bricks for years
Home is where the heart is
On my knees for days
Stressing and I need to pray
Let the devil know I'll never be a target
Pray to that, sinning but I pray salah
If you ever done me dirty
You can't take it back
Pissed I lost 80 bags
But I'll know I'll make it back
Tried to pay for my brothers bell
I don't pay for tax
Gliding on my comrades
I'd rather die with them
I ain't sliding out in combat
Fuck these little labels and
There dirty little contracts
Fuck the word brother
Just muma in my contacts
G, G
For life I'm go getting brothers talk bad
Money quite like my phone settings
If it weren't for my only son
I'd be the best man in my own wedding
I got love for you, doesn't mean I trust man
100 pellets in my shotty
We don't bust blanks
What's a burner no cartridge?
What's a label no artist?
What's Aladdin no carpet?
Nada
My brother's mad busy but he knows the plan
He don't roll my shows but
He'll roll to bang
Its only love I show to fans
Stop complaining, how you broke brother
Grab a own slang
Free my brothers riding life sentences
I don't know much about percentages
(I don't know shit)
But I know this industry's fake blud
(How much of it?)
Like 95 percent of it
On my meek mill feeling to expose yah
Or even better, stick you up like a poster
These man impostor's, dirty as a vulture
They do it for the money not the culture
Is that real
I'm in the flats still
Mums still a g, always show me her back heels
You don't know how that feels
I've been on the roads, getting new comers
Your nothing on the road but a new comer
Paper chasing that's for certain
Roll with burners that a German
If you want me then it's curtains
I got pain that I'm firming
Hella bitches that I'm curving
And I'll still rather sign to
My son before virgin
It's dirty