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letra de no favours - gopal

[chorus: ayzin]
kick me down, you better pray i don’t get up
i’m cutting ties ‘cos i think i’ve had enough
my mama told me i should never give up, so i
held my hands together for the lord above, we givin’
praise to the lord, he’s the one working the hardest
putting food on the table and i’m getting the freshest harvest
got the airforce 1s stepping on the persian carpets
cop the finest in the city when we shopping for the garments

[verse 1: ayzin]
padded leather seats when we sitting with bosses
signed papers with parkers when we taking in these profits
i gotta get home on time to go and see my goddess
in that brand new facelift, yeah i just put down that deposit
i know mans that would start moving so ballistic
ain’t spoken for some time but i know they would ride the distance
and being rich, that was spoken to existence
you can go and tell the pm, we owe nothing to the system
we’re just a couple brown boys, vybing, kicking back
the barbecues a flop because we burned the chicken black
but its calm ‘cos this bad b, she’s looking like a snack
yeah we really doing loads, but we still ain’t got a plaque
yo g, what you saying, what you telling me
nothing much my brudda, jus writing to these melodies
and one day i’ll be in suits, invited to award shows
but right now got nothing but all these trackies in my wardrobe
never settling, for the life that i’m living in
cloudy with the chance that this bud starts kicking in
couple bruddas round me, but these mans aren’t my siblings
family ties ‘cos i got them all through the thick or thin
some sh-t don’t sit right with my moral compass
walk away from the old life, tryna find my new purpose
certain man still boil blood like a furnace
but right now i’m stacking bread so i can finally draw the curtains
[chorus: ayzin]
kick me down, you better pray i don’t get up
i’m cutting ties ‘cos i think i’ve had enough
my mama told me i should never give up, so i
held my hands together for the lord above, we givin’
praise to the lord, he’s the one working the hardest
putting food on the table and i’m getting the freshest harvest
got the airforce 1s stepping on the persian carpets
cop the finest in the city when we shopping for the garments

[verse 2: gopal]
yeah, they ain’t living how we’re living but they make decisions
i could probably truss my opps more than these politicians
and i can see my people dying but when will they listen
it’s like we k!ll each other while they pree it from a distance
play your position, can’t put faith in the system
i’m aiming, not missing
see i got all these tekkers, they can’t make me a victim
and i don’t need no record deal ‘cos i been staying consistent
plus i don’t want the fame and i don’t want the recognition
i never had a silver spoon, i got hand-me-downs
swear to god, this music money got me happy now
and all these rappers only safe cah their beef only online
call yourself a goat, said you’re a king but you are not mine
i’m not your friend, i’m not your brudda, still i got mine
you was never there helping the times i had to get by
so don’t be asking for favours now that i’ve got shine
thinking ’bout the old times, yeah
when we was young, we had community centres
they shut ’em down for budget cuts and now they’re wondering why there’s yutes on the block
and we been so misjudged, they treat us like a bunch of kids
we come from broken homes and that the reason why we sell them bricks
this is that real rap, i’ve never needed auto tune
i pick a track, i’ll pepper it, i do my ting up in the booth
they keep tryna send us jail for all the things we do
so would you love police the same way if it was you
[chorus: ayzin]
kick me down, you better pray i don’t get up
i’m cutting ties ‘cos i think i’ve had enough
my mama told me i should never give up, so i
held my hands together for the lord above, we givin’
praise to the lord, he’s the one working the hardest
putting food on the table and i’m getting the freshest harvest
got the airforce 1s stepping on the persian carpets
cop the finest in the city when we shopping for the garments

- gopal

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