"INTRO" lyrics
"INTRO"
They say that I'm this, they say I'm that
But when I look inside the mirror, all I see is I'm black
I identify with that, but it's a matter of fact, for real
I keep it surface but it's deeper than rap
Cah I had to adapt, if you've seen what I've seen
Second generation but I'm first place for the cream
Looking at adverts, seeing what the beauty standards should be
And to my surprise, none of them don't look like me
Is anyone to blame for my dismay?
I guess this is the price we have to pay
My nan came over these sides to pave the way
We tried to make ends meet in the ends, got led astray
If the line don't work, then the trap won't work
Then them lights won't work, think I'm gonna go berserk
Could wear a blue-collar shirt, I don't want that typa work
It's clean cut for it what it's worth, but it still won't be enough
And I know it's been tough but we made it out the mud
Could be a lion in the jungle, still gon' look after your cub
Streets turnt me to a thug, even when they pulled the rug
Though my heart turnt cold all I wanted was to love
I do it for me and mines, I gotta win
Part of me died, it took everything within
God knows what's in my heart from a kin
But to make it to the end, gotta know where you begin
Tryna return to myself and better my health
Build generational wealth and still I be moving stealth, it's fucked
Navigating through the game the fame and love
But if they try and get me down, you know that it's up
Killing it, same shit, different day
It ain't that black and white, there's still a shade of grey
You must be buzzing, think I ain't having my way
My team will catch a body for me, can't get caught up in affray, no way
If it's beef, hot grease, get it poppin'
These diamonds heavy, hella carats bunny hoppin'
I just blew ten bands when I'm shopping
Bitches stoned, you ain't rockin' what I'm rockin', please stop it, no way
Come from that south slum where they ride round with that Nina
Talk tough get jooked up, bitch, don't need a procedure
Move cold with that heater, niggas got them a fever
Get splashed like Stop Oil, that's their only reliever
Still up in the bits
Tryna make it shift
Press it down a bit
Get in where you fit
These fuckin' kids will run up inside your crib
And blame it on cozzie livs
I guess it is what it is
Gotta toughen up or get rubbed out out here
Them YGs and them Gen Zs they ain't got no fear
Treat loyalty like royalty, find that shit, that's rare
'Cause no doubt man will sell you out and won't have no care
Another day in South East
Belly of the Beast
Thinking shit's sweet and you looking like suttin' to eat
It's either you play the game or gotta retreat
Cah them niggas in the street they gon' have you beat
I'm in survival mode, how am I supposed to love?
Around the killers and scammers and all the drugs
God, gimme guidance, I need something from above
You said it's in me, not on me, don't need this stuff
May have not always had the right strategy
But bar for bar these bitches ain't out-rapping me
Chatting big breeze, stop the capping please
They gon' remember me, from the bars to the energy from the rap to the melodies
I'm just building my legacy
Writer(s): Wesley Muoria-chaves, Tyra Banks
- AZLyrics
- M
- Ms Banks Lyrics
album:
"SOUTH LDN LOVER GIRL" (2026)
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