Deep Blues - Kano
Now we're fucking rapping for fashion More infatuated with Ferraris and Astons I'm not Martin, but crown me the king of just blacking Out on this disc of plastic But hidden in these flows is undeniable passion Never worked a day in my life, all I know is rap Life's had bigger submissions but I won't tap The people's done with the fiction, now they want fact Go underground, but mind the gap Trap, trap, trap, now everybody's trapping And it sounds like trap, trap, trap, trap, trap 'Bout that life, but are you really 'bout it When them white rocks steal your uncle And they just won't give him back? Ain't seen ever, just come out of prison I just hope that he ain't using but the truth will beg to differ Life can get really, really real Life can get really, really real Deep, deep blues Deep, deep blues Deep, deep blues Deep, deep blues Very bad news, just found out that my bredrin's mum's got cancer While I'm online looking at back shots of the week Soph's mum's ill, might need an operation And I'm online looking at Rolexes, it's not that time Billy lost a baby, that shit fucking pains me And all I lost's a gram, popping bottles and a day's sleep Nanan's husband died, such is life But white rum, nine night Money, money, money, that's what the yout man worship It's the devil and he's working, hard But karma is a mother, and you can't keep dodging bullets Lesson learned, suggest you take it and, run Cause when you're sitting in a cell, just had an altercation And the victim's in a coma, if he dies, we're going jail Life just got really, really real Life just got so fucking real Deep, deep blues Deep, deep blues Deep, deep blues (Life just got so fucking real) Deep, deep blues
Artist: Kano
Title: Deep Blues