"Fed Up Of Grinding" lyrics
(feat. Ghetts, Loick Essien)
Yeah
Yeah
Certain times man don't wanna be out here, you know
I swear down
Man just have to be out here, you see what I'm saying?
Oi, look, I've had it up to here with bagging up the gear
Different day, same procedure
Instant pain makes it easier, makes it worth the work
And it makes it worth the risk
Some say I deserve a bird
To me, bird's a bitch, and I ain't got time for one
When your night ends, mine's begun
My life's become nothing but crimes, rhymes
Knives and guns, minus none
I've watched prideless bums fight for crumbs
Me, I shot white for funds, I'm up early
Phone ringing, I'm inna my zone, slinging, hardly home chilling
No kidding, sleep is a thing of the past, I take naps now
Then I'm back round to the crack house
If I see an unfamiliar face, I wanna know their background
Until then, I ain't putting this strap down
I trust no one, I keep myself to myself
Got more than two clips, I can bring hell to prevail
I don't wanna press bells in a cell
But I need wealth to prevail, scales [?]
Break ounce in my house so I deal [?] then I'm out and about
I stack thousands of pounds, I wanna stop but I can't
'Til I've got money stacked from the ground to the clouds
I'm from where man are proud to be found
I'm allowed to be loud 'cause I do this, but the truth is I wanna do music
Move units, yeah, that's my best bet 'cause it's less stress
Look, I'm fed up of grinding
I don't wanna lick a shot to the fiends no more
We be fed up of hiding
I don't wanna skip a block from police no more
I'm getting too old, not to mention it's too cold, ha
The late night's freezing, it makes me break my heating
I can't escape my evenings
If I wanna have Ps in
Bank accounts, my council house, I cancel droughts
I let it flood like burst pipes
Some say I've got a cursed life
That's only 'cah they got the worst spite
I'm down for life like I'm on my third strike
But that's how it has to be
I'm grown, I have to eat
That has to be the case
But the magistrates need the case
They catch me with at least an eighth, that's a hundred weeks away
And I can't stand cats
No principles, they don't think at all
Their whole life's to pay that price
They'll catch their girl cheating and still rather break up white
Break up, why? They need each other
Two strays tryna lead each other
But I need to leave this life
If I showed you the cuts on my wrist, you'd believe I've tried
Believe, I'm tired, I'd rather sleep at night
But I'm trapped in two minds
Always on my feet, so obviously
I'll probably collapse in due time
I know that I'm wrong but who's right?
I need to see the funds
'Cah I need to feed my son
But me and G's become
Oh, I'm fed up of grinding
I don't wanna lick a shot to the fiends no more
Fed up of hiding
I don't wanna skip a block from police no more
Yeah, fed up of grinding
I don't wanna lick a shot to the fiends no more
We be fed up of hiding
I don't wanna skip a block from police no more
Real talk, man
When you've been out here for long
Tch
Know the struggle
No one needs to be out here, man
Wretch 32, G.H
Loick, Stars
Ha
Right now, that's what you're listening to
Stars
Ha
Yeah
Certain times man don't wanna be out here, you know
I swear down
Man just have to be out here, you see what I'm saying?
Oi, look, I've had it up to here with bagging up the gear
Different day, same procedure
Instant pain makes it easier, makes it worth the work
And it makes it worth the risk
Some say I deserve a bird
To me, bird's a bitch, and I ain't got time for one
When your night ends, mine's begun
My life's become nothing but crimes, rhymes
Knives and guns, minus none
I've watched prideless bums fight for crumbs
Me, I shot white for funds, I'm up early
Phone ringing, I'm inna my zone, slinging, hardly home chilling
No kidding, sleep is a thing of the past, I take naps now
Then I'm back round to the crack house
If I see an unfamiliar face, I wanna know their background
Until then, I ain't putting this strap down
I trust no one, I keep myself to myself
Got more than two clips, I can bring hell to prevail
I don't wanna press bells in a cell
But I need wealth to prevail, scales [?]
Break ounce in my house so I deal [?] then I'm out and about
I stack thousands of pounds, I wanna stop but I can't
'Til I've got money stacked from the ground to the clouds
I'm from where man are proud to be found
I'm allowed to be loud 'cause I do this, but the truth is I wanna do music
Move units, yeah, that's my best bet 'cause it's less stress
Look, I'm fed up of grinding
I don't wanna lick a shot to the fiends no more
We be fed up of hiding
I don't wanna skip a block from police no more
I'm getting too old, not to mention it's too cold, ha
The late night's freezing, it makes me break my heating
I can't escape my evenings
If I wanna have Ps in
Bank accounts, my council house, I cancel droughts
I let it flood like burst pipes
Some say I've got a cursed life
That's only 'cah they got the worst spite
I'm down for life like I'm on my third strike
But that's how it has to be
I'm grown, I have to eat
That has to be the case
But the magistrates need the case
They catch me with at least an eighth, that's a hundred weeks away
And I can't stand cats
No principles, they don't think at all
Their whole life's to pay that price
They'll catch their girl cheating and still rather break up white
Break up, why? They need each other
Two strays tryna lead each other
But I need to leave this life
If I showed you the cuts on my wrist, you'd believe I've tried
Believe, I'm tired, I'd rather sleep at night
But I'm trapped in two minds
Always on my feet, so obviously
I'll probably collapse in due time
I know that I'm wrong but who's right?
I need to see the funds
'Cah I need to feed my son
But me and G's become
Oh, I'm fed up of grinding
I don't wanna lick a shot to the fiends no more
Fed up of hiding
I don't wanna skip a block from police no more
Yeah, fed up of grinding
I don't wanna lick a shot to the fiends no more
We be fed up of hiding
I don't wanna skip a block from police no more
Real talk, man
When you've been out here for long
Tch
Know the struggle
No one needs to be out here, man
Wretch 32, G.H
Loick, Stars
Ha
Right now, that's what you're listening to
Stars
Ha
