"Emotional Songs" lyrics
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?"
She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach
I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and Zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
Or try and give me advice
But I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
Streets what I breathe, shit, I been not right
Smoke a whole 8th of weed 'fore I sleep at night
Close my eyes and see flashlights
And all the motorway trips, all I see is cats' eyes
God blessed me, I ain't been baptised
I might christen myself
Cah you gotta do the prison yourself
I had to stick to the mission myself
Sometimes I ride alone
'Cause you gotta do the time alone
I wish my guys was home, I did some shit not even I condone
Went from a Lyca phone to a microphone
I drop the latest flows, I rock the latest clothes
I'm only young, my paper's grown
Devil's tryna take my soul
I'm puttin' 18s with 18s and tryna make it whole
Now I'm tryna do shows across the globe
I abuse the stove, I do the most
5k for my Louis coat, I did loads
My wrist froze
My shit gold
I'm stayin' golden
You ain't rollin'
I wonder how the game's copin'
I dropped my EP and I ghosted, time to work on my tape
I'm diggin' deep and I got dirt on my face
Cah that T house nasty as fuck
Mask and my gloves, I'm overlappin', they ain't catchin' me up
I took trips on my own
Just me, my bits and my phone
If you don't work like a slave, then you ain't fit for the throne
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?"
She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach
I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and Zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
Or try and give me advice
But I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
I said, "Which ones?"
She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach
I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and Zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
Or try and give me advice
But I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
Streets what I breathe, shit, I been not right
Smoke a whole 8th of weed 'fore I sleep at night
Close my eyes and see flashlights
And all the motorway trips, all I see is cats' eyes
God blessed me, I ain't been baptised
I might christen myself
Cah you gotta do the prison yourself
I had to stick to the mission myself
Sometimes I ride alone
'Cause you gotta do the time alone
I wish my guys was home, I did some shit not even I condone
Went from a Lyca phone to a microphone
I drop the latest flows, I rock the latest clothes
I'm only young, my paper's grown
Devil's tryna take my soul
I'm puttin' 18s with 18s and tryna make it whole
Now I'm tryna do shows across the globe
I abuse the stove, I do the most
5k for my Louis coat, I did loads
My wrist froze
My shit gold
I'm stayin' golden
You ain't rollin'
I wonder how the game's copin'
I dropped my EP and I ghosted, time to work on my tape
I'm diggin' deep and I got dirt on my face
Cah that T house nasty as fuck
Mask and my gloves, I'm overlappin', they ain't catchin' me up
I took trips on my own
Just me, my bits and my phone
If you don't work like a slave, then you ain't fit for the throne
Said she can't get over my songs
I said, "Which ones?"
She told me, "The emotional ones"
But I don't mean to preach
I used to hit the road on my ones
Before the razor blades and roll-ons
Before the blue phones and Zancos and iPhones for triple the price
When I was little Meekz, someone should've give me the mic
Or try and give me advice
But I used to wanna be like Mike
Before that, like T and even he got life
