Locksmith - Grime lyrics

K-K-Kato on the track!

Yo! Everybody want to be a god
Everybody want to be a deity
Everybody want to cling on to the Earth
Nobody want to break free of the
Mental jail that is meant to jail what
The lower side of your potential self
Whatever sent you there will extend and pale
It can perish into your eventual hell
FAILED, nothing is special, they press
You they stress you
They force you to give up and follow it
Rappers they bicker and beef all for nothing
They fight with eachother like
Catholics and protestants seven extra books
Aggression cooks and no one expects to look
Underneath what is known to the
Streets until it's blown
Out of proportion like a
Portrait that I paint
Trapped in a quaint little hold
And the rich where
The skinny niggas die and you can't fly
Out of the cage until I stepped on the
Stage and I let my emotions comply
Confide with a similar sentiment
To the spirit
That was given to independent mind frame
Niggas claiming that they willing
To ride and sacrifice
Any vice my advice get out my frame
They just keep rapping about money and
Bottles and models and mottos
And hallows and how they just copped
A new yacht and a grottos
But what does it worth if you shallow?
How do you swallow and bury the
Truth, living out your life
Vicarious through
Me but that's meaningless niggas
Keep dreaming this
Thinking they can be sharing this too
I intern when it's inferred that I'm
In first 'til I immerse
Than they inverse what has been
Purged on a large scale
Auction and sell another lost soul
That they can pimp worst
Worst case is the worst eight
Minutes spent on a couple new
Songs in the first place
That you never should have listened to
This is what we different do
People talk about it want to limit you
Living with a little bit of
A chip on my shoulder
They really want me to slow it
But I'm focused on my in-game
If you really think about it every stage I
Was doubted but the faith in my self
It was ingrained every cell, every membrane
Every failure I sustain
I been dealing with a lot
Of adversity but my lyric
Diversity got me judged in
A whole another light, let me explain
What another might do they
Get claps and praise
Do the same get attacked with
A match and blaze
Passion plays a part my detach from craze
Niggas tryna drag me into a trap they laid
Give a fuck about your accolades
Acts of rage, spit into a bastard's face
Bash his face leave him with an aftertaste
A massive case of being pissed off
'cause I'm past his pace