paroles de chanson Thanks For Nothing - Proph

Today I tried to get early night
Regardless of what plagues on my mind
Eyes wide counting sheep, but it's like a spoilt white kid
Cah that hasn't worked a single day in my life
Nigga
Where do you turn to when you've made a hundred U turns
Swivel round stepping down the strip until my shoes burnt
Guess i never dreamt it would be me that karma do first
I woke up in a prison cell
The same kid that used to play in theatre
I used to wear a liatard
I used to be oblivious
At nine years old i weren't serious
Now me and brodis convos about re-ing up
Now I can't start a sentence
Without feeling like I'm starting a sentance
So never ask me no questions
Kinda hard to count blessings when you got
Niggas dragging sticks through the ground like
Cavemen when they was carving a message
For the record
Seventeen I caught a record
And I ain't even gang repping, caught me with a weapon
Now they say my music's changing as I'm getting older
I ain't Content with my content somebody should've told me
Morals get abandoned
When life hits you at the right angles
Kinda hard to not go on a tangent
Simple mathematics they don't get the shit I'm saying
So Imma need a second to explain
(Say no more)
Casual Wednesday you see a dipping by the shop
More than a couple hundred risks where I'm from
It seems that where I'm from the system's been here where I'm from
Aint no skipping generations curses deep here where I'm from
And now it's getting deeper
You can't ask me for no feature when I'm bleeding
I guess there's a running theme here where I'm from
He can't read or write but he know what two and a half meant
My niggas graduate to Charlie sheen here where I'm from
Scratching off a serial
How we end up tucking arms
Family went from weed to bricks and never had no lucky charms
Angles crying cheerio
Catch a body cheerlead show
The Bubbles round our head like we're mysterio
Oh Here we go i'm teary eyed
(I don't want no fucking therapist)
She gon say it's trauma, I'll say cool then let the henny sip
She gon show my deepest fears
But everybodys bleeding here
I looked into myself and saw what's wrong my nigga everything
Hard to not dwell on the struggles I keep
All this shit affecting more than other people like me
There's a slum in every city, used to question God why?
How can people born the same way live so different lives?
Shit the truth is, my niggas move shit, but still suffering
Brodi copped the Mag but shit he didn't need the Coverage
Most days struggle, crack cocaine Bubbling
Coldplay drummers, black snow day shovelling
If My life was in picture one hell of a Dark photo
My mama raised me to her best
So how it end when flip money just paid for the last promo
When you get all of the above, it's damnation
And every lesson taught just gets lost in translation
Maybe it's my fault now Im part of the cycle
I write these words and you don't fucking know what mans saying
Mama told me you shouldn't ever be that far from home
Niggas out here reckless don't you get into no car with those
Gangster ass niggas
Boy you stupid
Ended up with packs back in the trunk
With my freedom about to lose it
Mama told me you need some love in ur harvest
The relationships I knew just kinda played with them classes
Cah I seen her get abused and my own made me the darkest
So bae I'll fuck you for tonight then you can save my regardless
Fed searches till' we nearly caught
We had to deal with courts
I'm in the Uber writing I can't be sincerely yours
My homie brandish the Wap or he shank clavicles
We gamble with some damn high horses and Grand Nationals
I touched the booth with Bronson momma said she mad,
I said momma that's my manager trust I'm in good hands
Damn
Guess the truth would make her mad a little further
Only if she knew he used to have his hands wrapped on a burner
Plotting in my sleep I couldn't tell you my last dream
Anything you throw at me on G I manage regardless
Niggas throwing shade got nothing on my craft
You was right
Only my bros know what its like to really manage an artist
Probably wished they had it simple, wouldn't have any dramas
But a traumatised nigga making classic's the target
Got the fam on crack addictions, who you tryna' get dark with?
I can turn dearly beloveds to a dearly departed
So put the cameras down
That's the pattern now
Tryna' make the family proud
That's Thornton Heath to Spanish Town
We need some healing this ain't helping but forget it darg
I would Kurt kobain myself if ain't ever let it out
And if you niggas still lost, I hope you listen now
It's A&E if I owe you
And I don't skip my vows
Stand alone but touch MJ
I'll be sitting down
If a piece of mind's on the line there's nothing to think about
These the niggas that took me in, I was 15
One good session made blessings turn to a hood dream
I was broke as fuck and alone
I rapped where I couldn't speak
Now you hitting Jack up on google meets for the booking fee
This for Montana, my brother, we know what jugging means
This for KG, on the come up, his futures looking sweet
This for Ash, C, Tobz, Kam, Cass, T
I know I don't deserve your love,
Thank God that you see the Good in me
Yh I'm unapproachable
When niggas approaching you with lives that were fine
Try tell me what I'm supposed to do
19 years closed off, my life is a voting booth
Now I'm the older yout it's bout time that my city know the truth
I realised that God's got a plan for my team,
Cah we seen lil homies get smoked before they 16
All this dirt on my ledger the joke is it set me free
So I guess it was gods plan that I ended up in the heath