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letra de i aint proud - workrate

[intro]
(jj, what you tellin’ me, fam?)
(senseii)
all of that talk on the ‘net, don’t bother me, put it on god, they won’t say it in person
i walk ’round london lackin’, broski’s packin’, i got it third person
now that the bag behind me curtains, all of them years that worksy’s workin’
they call me workrate ‘cah i been loosin’, now it’s just music, worksy’s workin’

[verse 1]
how they go on the ‘net and they lie like that? (lie)
say they pulled up on me at my mumsy’s gaff
but, mum was abroad and my family moved out, all that was left, five bells in my scr-p
smashed up windows of a vacant house (haha), so the undies pulled up and raided that house
could’ve found that g17 in the couch, but they never, thank god ‘cah i could’ve went down (alhamdulillah)
i ain’t in the hood lately, i won’t cap, i been makin’ racks, i’m chasin’ the bag
they ain’t in the hood lately, don’t cap (don’t lie) ‘cah my bro’s outside still raisin’ waps (right now)
i done more than your gang, bro, ain’t it mad? like, how they still tarnish workate’s camp? (how?)
i regret what i done to who never deserved it, but if you did today, i’ll reverse it
[chorus]
if i sign out the streets right now, i still done more than your favourite rapper (yeah)
done more than your favourite slapper (yeah)
trapped more than your local trapper (yeah)
got my name from numerous mazzas (work)
i ain’t proud, but how could you act up? (how)
tryna change my ways, but step on these toes, you can still get bored or smoked (right now)

[verse 2]
i told little broski,, “f-ck the streets” (don’t listen), i promise to god that it ain’t what it seems
i was forced to drill, if i keep it real, it’s k!ll or get k!lled when you’re inna the beef
if i ain’t proud of sh-t if i go back now (right now), would’ve focused rap and kept my head down
but a time machine ain’t somethin’ i got, so listen up i’ma tell you what’s what (so, listen)
from a young age, had a point to prove, it was young sb, it weren’t workrate yet
the older’s shinin’, me and gang starvin’, glamorised streets was stuck in my head
i was fifteen when i saw bloodshed, when blood clogs up, it turns velvet red (argh)
i said, “f-ck that, i can’t let that be me, i’ll let the streets know that i ain’t neeky”

[chorus]
if i sign out the streets right now, i still done more than your favourite rapper (yeah)
done more than your favourite slapper (yeah)
trapped more than your local trapper (yeah)
got my name from numerous mazzas (work)
i ain’t proud, but how could you act up? (how)
tryna change my ways, but step on these toes, you can still get bored or smoked (right now)
if i sign out the streets right now, i still done more than your favourite rapper (yeah)
done more than your favourite slapper (yeah)
trapped more than your local trapper (yeah)
got my name from numerous mazzas (work)
i ain’t proud, but how could you act up? (how)
tryna change my ways, but step on these toes, you can still get bored or smoked (right now)
[outro]
all of that talk on the ‘net, don’t bother me, put it on god, they won’t say it in person
i walk ’round london lackin’, broski’s packin’, i got it third person
now that the bag behind me curtains, all of them years that worksy’s workin’
they call me workrate ‘cah i been loosin’, now it’s just music, worksy’s workin’

- workrate

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