Pak-Man - Behind Barz lyrics

I hate the trap, feeling bait and paro
I want an honest living
That's the straight and narrow
Heart filled with loads of hatred
Going through it's overdue
I've gotta stay motivated
Tired of shotting O's of loose
Don't wanna be associated
If I ain't the best I'm top five
I'll let the roads debate it
London city, it ain't tea and crumpets
When them keys of skunk flip
Youngers beat their guns quick
I've got an Asian following
It'll make them happy
If they saw the scene, embrace a Paki
I need to do this properly
Artists talking cocky
But I could sell more than thеm
If a major backed me
My bruddas handle that raw
Thеy ain't boshed it
It might jeopardise your career
That Kate Moss shit
I've been going hard, I ain't lost it
Love me or hate me, I remain hustling
I hate this life, moving round bait at night
Trapped in cells, smashing out
Grinding till your paper's right
Years I was moving food, pressed grub
Goes like an Impreza Subaru
The trap life's new to you
But it's not new to me
I came up off an active strip
P's I lost, cash I flipped
Seen a lot and it's hard
Easing off this trapping shit
It's more than music, catch my drift
Man around me got some tens and
Twenties like a pack of cigs
Tired of pushing packages
I can't hear a rapper if
Everything he rap's a myth
Akh it's only facts I spit
I murder tracks, every verse is crack
I prefer to rap
Than have to push work and trap
Rolling with a dirty strap
You're bare hating cause I
Get different ratings
Like that isn't blatant
Fuck around I pitch a pagan
Snitches in the station
Leaving written statements
I've been through some
Life-changing situations
There's been times in my life
I've thought "Fuck rap"
Cause there's been times in my
Life where I've just trapped
Now I'm trying to adjust that
Stop talking bout money
You ain't ever touched stacks
Talking bout raw white, talking bout 45's
Stop gassing
Tell me what happens in your life
Got bruddas spent the last seven
Years in a cage on roads spent the last
Seven years spinning yay
I've got a problem with that yout
Feel to go and empty out this
Whole ting in his face
Semi or the spinner mate?
We're all tryna eat
Put that food on your dinner plate
Times I've been low on road
Stressed out in a state
Times I've been blowing dough
Can't put it all in the safe
You get violated, ring a jake
If rap don't work then it's
Right back to slinging weight