Kamakaze - Warm Up Session lyrics

[Verse 1: Kamakaze] Every time I tie up my boots Thinking would I swap this for the mic or the booth Can't cut away things that lie in my roots See my life is the proof And man are asking me is it the ball or the mic See I ball like I'm Mike MCs are way too quick to get caught in the hype Never f**ed with Piggie like Lord of the Flies Never get a damn day's rest I'm Kanye West Know why I want all of the lights Talking whether it's the stage or the flood lights Gotta drive slow on the road to the good life Got friends who kick ball in the Prem Friends that are living in the walls of a pen Friends that ain't really friends no more And that's probably why I ain't talking to them Kids spitting bars that I laid on a track Or kids wearing shirts with my name on the back Goals achieved sh** don't happen if you don't believe If you don't give love then you won't receive I mean it's not just something I could leave on the shelf If I left it behind I'd be leaving myself Wouldn't swap this for CDs on the shelf It's the heart of a nation Versus the voices of our generation Man I'm gunna make everyone proud That's word to my Gs From the bars in my mouth To the dirt on my knees Some man they live to dream I'm trying to live two dreams Until I get what I want fam I ain't going nowhere Playing at Wembley then sell out a show there Trying to school these yutes like an au pair Life ain't no fair Then make your own fare Like noone ever did this before Doing gigs after games like his sister in law This is literally blood, sweat, tears Overcoming upset and fears Living to another man's expectations I just told them to expect greatness Man are just stocks and shares Inbetween hats and snares Fans and prayers We was youngers with no hope One ball and jumpers for goalposts Same time Spitting over beats on my Sonys Still trying to figure out [?] Man wanna say I'm over paid like Any of them man know my wage But think of the hours I never got paid for Everything that I played for When I couldn't even a-fford a Ford When I blow like claymore Cop the rents at A4 Pen and some A4 And make sure everything I spray raw If you cop a CD get a season ticket If you're sending you better have reason with it Not a Man of god but a man of honor Never touched by his hand, Maradona Right foot that's a wand Harry Potter This sh**'s in the bag Happy shopper I mean, it's like my right or my left hand My wife or my best man On the road to the riches Minding your step fam I said minding your step, fam See, you can check the stats and facts Got medals but I never got platinum plaques I've seen mandem trapped in traps All for the raps and stacks I've seen mandem trapped in contracts Not about what you know but who you know So check your contacts And check your contacts If you think that it's you that's due to blow