Deep inside my brain i've got a pain that will remain Until the day that my name's in lights All of my mates keep telling me i'm tripping And that my ambitions are way too high I feel like i'm from outta space sometimes Cos the human race wasn't made to fly I feel like i'm stuck inside the matrix I'm just tryna find a way to escape this life There's too much stress in my brain and mind Get it off my chest when I spray these rhymes Struggle with the hustle gotta stay alive Gotta stack up the paper til the day I die I've gotta make it right gotta make it right My pockets are empty and that ain't a life I've gotta make it right gotta make it right My pockets are empty and that ain't a life I'm here and i'm active everyday and night getting paid alright Sharp in my mind like a blade on knife This is my statement i'm losing my patience bet i'll pay the price Cos i'm way too nice and i'm stupid Cos I never take advice I keep moving Up the pace like Nike and just do it Now I wanna make a life from my music So everyday I write and produce shit Better know i'm aiming higher than exclusives Step one that's P110 step two that's fire in the booth bitch There's a small group that gas to my tracks And the haters there's a few pricks But the chat too much come up on the mic with the gas too much That's a fact you fucks Now i'm zoning out on a major vibe Trapping and rapping really saved my life It made me think guess in made me wise Cos I learned in the trap from the older guys Floating through the track like a poltergeist Breaking the beat bad Walter White Twist make me a celebrity overnight Cos i've got flows that are as cold as ice I've gotta make it right gotta make it right My pockets are empty and that ain't a life The roads ain't nice the oz are overpriced But that's just life so go and make it right I've gotta make it right gotta make it right My pockets are empty and that ain't a life The roads ain't nice the oz are overpriced But that's just life so go and make it right I remember I used to be a broke kid I was homeless no shit Sixteen and living in madness I felt hopeless it was atrocious So I learned what the roads did and I focused on my own shit Now i'm inspector gadget notice how whole zips go go flip I don't give a f*ck about no bitch i'll be posted til i'm so rich That the notes in my wallet can't be folded And my motherfucking pockets are bulging I live off the streets like i'm stuck in the stone age Imma be breadwinner kneed til the doughs made I spit flames got gas like propane Bars so raw on the track like cocaine Gotta score goals so i've got to shoot Custom on the corners like a prostitute All these voices in my head I don't know what to do It's like there's people around when i'm in solitude I know my mum's ashamed so i've got to prove it To her that my life's not lost in music Tried college three times still not a student But stop assuming i'm a brainless stupid Drop out with no GCSE's or uses Cos i'm used to being told that i'm useless All of my life i've been told that i'm no good Scribbling in notebooks just feeling hopeless Angry and anxious my tempers explosive Always on my own just tryna stay focused Tryna find the right road to take F*ck making friends I know most are fake Cos I started as a nerd I was always getting high grades Now i'm getting paid and i'm always selling high grades Building up my line smoking till my eyes glaze Make more in one than these joke emcees in five days Strugglings part of life mate hustlings just a mind state My rhyme rate defines great i'm white with a nice pace Gotta kind face but cold heart like ice age Despite claims I write flames and kill beats when I spray