Lyrics Nearly Died - Headie One

Niggas keepin′ up with funny shit
I don't know what′s wrong but my instincts told me suttin' is
I got this Chromeo with the rubber grip
Risk my freedom? Isn't worth the risk, no nuttin′ is
I stay ready if they wanna diss
Got my Rummo and I cut that brick
Shawty complain′ sayin' she thought that I was done with this
I tell her it′s just one more flip
I couldn't take another loss on my country strip
Gun on hip′ we'll come and pull up where your Mummy lives
Don′t judge me' I know that shit fuckery
But I don't take all these risks for an ungrateful prick to bump me
All them lefts and rights, ducking from the Monday′s
I was tryna get the bestest price
I fund myself and nobody ain′t fund me
I was broke and I loved myself and nobody ain't love me
Now they tell me that they love me and they need me out in Dublin
Niggas got their hand out but they ain′t feeding me in a dungeon
And I never had nuttin" when I was buckin' up some darlin′
I nearly died for this, take a look in my eyes, honest
All this money, all this power, got my eyes on it
No country for us to grow all these plants on it
And all these long nights, I just roused, so tired from it
Why they confused?
Nine mile high I risk my life for this food
They want me on a pick I'm quite sure, for true
Can always obsess oh my mind′s all for you
All this pain I been through, I nearly died
Times we lost all our waps, but we never had
I told all my niggas that it's love, I never lied
Mad worker like I'm 65, turning 25
Shit, this young nigga come up sellin′ light, now we lit
Now this young nigga can afford to light up his wrist
I don′t glamourise jail, them lonely nights, they were shit
Niggas think this shit was easy, but I nearly died from these risks
Coulda waited for it to dry, while I whip
I coulda Cole when Drake pull up side to side with my whip
It was bootcut, now they say I'm comin′ aight with the drip
Niggas think this shit all easy, but I nearly died from these risks
I nearly died for this, take a look in my eyes, honest
All this money, all this power, got my eyes on it
No country for us to grow all these plants on it
And all these long nights, I just roused, so tired from it
Why they confused?
Nine mile high I risk my life for this food
They want me on a pick I'm quite sure, for true
Can I always obsess oh my mind′s all for you