Groundworks, M Huncho, Potter Payper - Faith lyrics
[Groundworks, M Huncho, Potter Payper - Faith lyrics]
I was stickin' up pitches with a SAGEM
All them years behind the door
You got a fair stem
Punch ups and bend ups, you can't erase them
That had turned some lost boys into made men
And when them M boys comin'
They don't say when you the type to hit the
Deck and just play dead
'Cah my bruddas take lives
And they take bread
If I ain't got this on me, I feel naked
And nowadays, there's so much hatred
I should know I hated you, before I made it
I was that little white boy with
A bust down chain, it's true
You can never catch me with
A bust down stainless it's not real beef if
You ain't touched your
Paigons, they'll be cryin' when you're dead
For the clout you're chasin'
I said it's not a real beef
If you ain't touched your paigons
They'll be cryin' when you're dead
For the clout you're chasin'
Yeah, for the clout they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bank
Stamps to the basement
Uh, things get a lot to take
In, the journey has been mad
Through the worse
I just had to put some faith
In myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself
Faith in myself
They're killin' in my city for
The sake of it
I heard my darg's a rat and I just
Don't know what to make of it
Where I'm from when you're winnin'
They just hate a bit
And you don't know him 'til you
Catch a case with him
Slow and steady wins the race 'less
You're stickin' up the place
Blowin' indo' out the window
Give a fuck about the jakes
In a shitty little trap, in a council estate
My bagger chops ass after ass on his plate
Had your bitch in reverse just bouncin' away
My bro kicked off the door
Saw a man in a yay
Probably why he just drip like a fan into day
I said probably why he just drip
Like a fan into day
Better spray me when you see me
Sweets ain't cheap, but I'll give a kid
A Freebie, I got white girl, phoebe
And it get shaken and stirred, Martini
Pete and Huncholini
Yeah, for the clout they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bank
Stamps to the basement
Uh, things get a lot to take
In, the journey has been mad
Through the worse
I just had to put some faith
In myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself
Faith in myself
All them years behind the door
You got a fair stem
Punch ups and bend ups, you can't erase them
That had turned some lost boys into made men
And when them M boys comin'
They don't say when you the type to hit the
Deck and just play dead
'Cah my bruddas take lives
And they take bread
If I ain't got this on me, I feel naked
And nowadays, there's so much hatred
I should know I hated you, before I made it
I was that little white boy with
A bust down chain, it's true
You can never catch me with
A bust down stainless it's not real beef if
You ain't touched your
Paigons, they'll be cryin' when you're dead
For the clout you're chasin'
I said it's not a real beef
If you ain't touched your paigons
They'll be cryin' when you're dead
For the clout you're chasin'
Yeah, for the clout they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bank
Stamps to the basement
Uh, things get a lot to take
In, the journey has been mad
Through the worse
I just had to put some faith
In myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself
Faith in myself
They're killin' in my city for
The sake of it
I heard my darg's a rat and I just
Don't know what to make of it
Where I'm from when you're winnin'
They just hate a bit
And you don't know him 'til you
Catch a case with him
Slow and steady wins the race 'less
You're stickin' up the place
Blowin' indo' out the window
Give a fuck about the jakes
In a shitty little trap, in a council estate
My bagger chops ass after ass on his plate
Had your bitch in reverse just bouncin' away
My bro kicked off the door
Saw a man in a yay
Probably why he just drip like a fan into day
I said probably why he just drip
Like a fan into day
Better spray me when you see me
Sweets ain't cheap, but I'll give a kid
A Freebie, I got white girl, phoebe
And it get shaken and stirred, Martini
Pete and Huncholini
Yeah, for the clout they are chasin'
I just make another hundred bank
Stamps to the basement
Uh, things get a lot to take
In, the journey has been mad
Through the worse
I just had to put some faith
In myself, faith in myself, yeah
And I had to put some faith in myself
Faith in myself