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Spike Spiegel
Cap1talA Awaiting Kvng CLARK
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Cause you got a little buzz don't think it's a light year
Gotta be consistent still
Always moving and I can't keep still
Since a kid I was always skilled
Back then had to skip on meals
Off rapping I had a dream of mills
In my bank with a plan off having a fam in this modern day like Phil
But life got real and the heart got deeper
And that girl that you thought was a keeper taught you don't try keep her
Reaper, back on the game like Fifa Street
I'm scoring again and this new ting peaker
She like the way that my voice cuts through
With the bass on my tone on the speaker
Now she blowing my horn like Lisa
But still I won't simp son
Cause she writing a list of things that I never did
But it's never what I want
It's so many by gone's piling up gotta charge it from all the pylons
Cause life gets messy and life's too heavy to let that shit take your life from
All of things that's possible wins
Imma get it nonetheless
Even if it kills me, Lazarus
Man I feel like Ra's Al Ghul
I could never fall when I move too treacherous
Here's an example
The system against us so we finesse, and it don't feel bad we're resentful
Me and bro like Spike and Jet
Cause we living our life from cheque to cheque
Got a cheque, eat good not debt till death
For the work been vacant less and less
Everybody wanna eat, neck to neck
Who gone get there first when they ready set
Go, Go, Go gotta step or press, with the foot on the gas
Tryna break my bread
Heard Jesus told me save my stress
Prayers heard but still I let
Fear take over, scared of the debt
And an endless chase of making ends
Meet and meet again, again
Said God forbid so I bid my pen
Wages on my skill and strength
When I get my bounty, save don't spend
Yeah
I can't beg and beg and live off government cheese, I'm pressed
Cause I need more p's and I really considered selling an arm or leg
I'm desperate, pestered London is cold my heater festered
Look at the shit we carry holding
Carrying traumas from all da olders, shit's been lasting
Except from the paycheques living off way less, still been the last one standing
Can't throw in my towel I'm sweating
I remember when Mum was fasting, praying she got more p's, tryna raise three kids with her will like Catherine
I got hope and dreams for the team in whips not rented like blockbuster
I got a plan that stands, so I'm standing straight on business I got good posture
Dream chasers look at my roster
Clean papers, no money launder
Could bang fraud to afford us the lobster, among us but ain't an impostor
I'm not in their ways in adopting a wave or trend for the people to foster
Got blood in my veins that's pumping my brain to enact of way to get richer
So I get it
Yeah
Yeah
Me and bro like Spike and Jet
Cause we living our life from cheque to cheque
Got a cheque, eat good not debt till death
For the work been vacant less and less
Everybody wanna eat, neck to neck
Who gone get there first when they ready set
Go, Go, Go gotta step or press, with the foot on the gas
Tryna break my bread
Heard Jesus told me save my stress
Prayers heard but still I let
Fear take over, scared of the debt
And an endless chase of making ends
Meet and meet again, again
Said God forbid so I bid my pen
Wages on my skill and strength
When I get my bounty, save don't spend
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