O.O.B.F

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Nothing but vibes when I'm with my brothers
True say I was on my last legs and I still went out on a limb for others
But they weren't going out on a limb for me
Man dey had no sympathy
Them man tried testing me
They try put man on a spot
But I ain't talking bout pimple cream
They want to start rumour
They used to make jokes about me being blick
That's the real definition of dark humour
But you've got to laugh about it get over it just move on
Don't let see you sweat
Just big up your chest no boob job
I jus act like a man don't notice
The amount of times I've had to dust off my shoulders
They must have asbestosis
Durag on my head daily but before that I always had a rap on my head
Always got rhymes on my thoughts bitch
Because bars live rent free in my head
So these girls are going to have to apply for a mortgage

Picture me rolling blazing some 2pac
You could blow on a certain style
But will they love you the same when the trend is done
And when everyone's over the wave like a durag
Because the rap game is too mad
Who's real who's fake
The industry come like a subscription
Because you can get cancelled after two days
This game is scary this game is booky
Like a bunch of flowers I've been up for hours
Tryna make green but I ain't mixing yellow and blue paint
Brother's splash a few K to grab new Js
Because we live in a world where you get judged by your crep
Like I'm on the rap game UK

I kept humble and I kept on grinding
Ugly but I'm one of Bedford's finest
You can diss there thing but never my thing
Ain't up there  but I'm forever trying
Who's real who's fake
Keep it private now I don't move bait
Then man say that they're on my head
But they ain't really on my head like a toupee
I kept humble and I kept on grinding
Ugly but I'm one of Bedford's finest
You can diss there thing but never my thing
Ain't up there  but I'm forever trying
Who's real who's fake
Keep it private now I don't move bait
Then man say that they're on my head
But they ain't really on my head like a toupee

I brushed up on my mistakes
I've got to move hella smart now
I'm very cautious
So when I'm sinning that's the only time I let my guard down
My attitude used to smell like doodoo
But now I'm getting shit together
I took some L's but it's whatever
Because them losses were a learning curve
And now I'm acting on them lessons
But I ain't got drama for class
Just let what happened happen
The past is the past I'm trying to master this art
Before I was tryna be a punchline king
But now I'm singing loads
I can't lie it was hard to crossover
Like man's on a busy road
But don't get twisted though, I'll still kill a rap for certain
And I'll still f*ck up a feature
Like a bad plastic surgeon
But I'm going to come wid the melodies
Too cold, Too cold
Come like they're made for the winter
Bare similes my lyrics got bare likes
Coming like they're famous on insta
I'm painting a picture every time I rhyme and that's why a man's the hardest
And what I put down ink can leave a mark on you
No tattoo artist
Success with you neek, bag and just started
But I ain't satisfied yet
Plus I can't take my foot off the gas
Because I want to  be doing a madness
charting

I kept humble and I kept on grinding
Ugly but I'm one of Bedford's finest
You can diss there thing but never my thing
Ain't up there  but I'm forever trying
Who's real who's fake
Keep it private now I don't move bait
Then man say that they're on my head
But they ain't really on my head like a toupee

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