paroles de chanson Intro - Trillary Banks

They don't know I've been, I've been doing this for a minute still
I've been out here
Trilary Banks, Pinky, Lady Skank
Hold tight LC, Leicester City
That's my home, that's where I'm from
Deuce
Big up all my supporters
Everyone voting for Trilary, you know
I just gotta spit some real shit
Let them know what's been going on

Dear music
If I get a opportunity, don't make me lose it
Got me feeling like it's me against the world
I've been chasing this dream еver since I was a little girl
On thе block spitting bars

Way before I had big plans and nice cars
I know you're made for me, I can feel it in my heart
So I keep going hard 'til death do us part
But it ain't easy

Know how many nights I slept in my whip
Kept it legit and I always rep for my bits

I ain't fucking no rapper, just a boss
I'd rather keep it pushing right until my last push
It's like they sleeping on me, they don't wanna show love
Behind closed doors but they don't ever speak up
You don't know nothing about me 'cause my life's been tough
Many nights I go to sleep and I don't wanna wake up
It's not all a bed of roses, trust me
Put myself on, ain't nobody buss me
They say I'm the hardest, so I guess I must be
Smile in my face but I bet they probably cuss me

That's why I stay on my 'lones
More time you see me, I'm on my Jack Jones
I grew up on the deuce where the niggas pack chrome
And all they really know is block life and trap phones
It's still the foundation and backbone

They say ain't no place quite like home
I gotta do this for my city and give everybody hope
This ain't Brexit but I need everybody's vote
'Cause all they see is the fame
In the background, I've been working like a slave
So I can eat like a king
Bring all my niggas in
'Cause all I really wanted was for everyone to win

I do this for my guys in the bin
No question, I know they gon' ride on the wing
WAM said, "I heard you on 1XTRA, you'll soon blow
Make sure you shout me out in your next tune though"

Shit could've been so different
Lost a couple homies, now it seems so distant

Hurts to know I'm out doing shows
While my bros locked up wishing they was back home
It brings tears to my eyes, I can't even lie
Everybody say they riding until it's time to ride

Sometimes you just gotta swallow your pride
Twenty-four years inside, is it really worth the time?

Jakes running up in your crib
But this is how it is so we get it how we live
When I blow up, your kids ain't ever gonna want for shit
Real spit, free Breezy, soon back up in this bitch
No label, no deal
Blood, sweat, and tears, I know how the grind feels
Gotta go hard so I can eat them nice meals
Been on the grind and I'm on the grind still

Gotta thank mummy for the blessings
Never take a L, I either win or learn a lesson
Dear music, I got a confession
I used to flip packs before my studio session
The real