PROP
PROP, who made it?
You do whatever the f*ck you want because you aren't my problem
If you have the audacity to use the sentence, "Who made it?"
You better put PROP before that
Yeah, tell me why you shouting you ain't sounding to cold
My teeth they dripped in diamonds and surrounded in white gold
I been hustling for the money, spitting on the microphone
It's been a long time since I had to head back to home
Tell me why you shouting you ain't sounding to cold
My teeth they dripped in diamonds and surrounded in white gold
I been hustling for the money, spitting on the microphone
It's been a long time since I had to head back to home
Now pree the other side
I can't wipe away the tears from my mother's eyes
I have to see my flippin' father someday before he dies
I have to swallow everything and bury all of my pride
I tried and tried and tried and tried again
But inside my mind I find I hide and fence
Cataclysmic guy, I'm blind to my offence
I wonder if that's why I lie and try project (and try project, ah)
And the cheques don't make it better
Same old shit when you get ya bread up
Same old pain when you run the setup
Man, I get up ready and my body heavier
It's driving me potty I envy yuh
Everyone always expecting something from me on the dot
I'm f*cking empty bruv
(I'm f*cking empty)
(Everyone hates me)
(I'm f*cking empty)
(Everyone hates me)
(I'm f*cking empty)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, tell me why you shouting you ain't sounding to cold
My teeth they dripped in diamonds and surrounded in white gold
I been hustling for the money, spitting on the microphone
It's been a long time since I had to head back to home
Tell me why you shouting you ain't sounding to cold
My teeth they dripped in diamonds and surrounded in white gold
I been hustling for the money, spitting on the microphone
It's been a long time since I had to head back to home
PROP, who made it?