WildBoyAce - Say My Grace lyrics
Kojo Funds (Intro) Feds want me aii Feds want feds want me aii This my this my life This my this my life aii Feds want me aii Feds want feds want me aii Trapz Theres no place like home, theres no place like 6 Some young teens riding out, we was loving it Dem times when mandem used to argue who's bussin it And feds try jail me off, cats used to bell me off The house stunk of weed, mummy used to tell me off Well we should right, she still stok by Don't like me then don't hide it, instead of saying sly sh** I guess the hating must be doing something good right Dad died no goodbyes and what's the hood like? But whats it look like I live a hood life but make it look nice Come a long way from linking bennas on my pushbike And yeah I've had some bad days but i can't forget the good time unah Wifey stressed cos I hardly ever spend time with her Fire in the booth well I think it's about time unah Supporters @ Charlie but him moving like him blind unah Made my first bag in OT I done a fortnight Now whats a bag? I spend that on my last court fine Hard work pays off, no days off I'm in my car banging out some old school vaposs Like I got haters saying how could he, count the gwap I made Sip yak off my balcony I stab man, I stab more man, n***a what have you done? I've come along way from playing snooker in the youth club Kojo Funds (Chorous) Running on the blocks all day Running on the streets so me gon' get paid I know that satan want me It's like god forgive me when I say my grace (x2) Trapz And no snitching thats the code that I live by Bet there's a schemer that must wonder where I live by And that postcode beef ting didn't pay me So now I'm serving out dinner like a dinner lady Its like everyday I'm learning tryna solve a puzzle I stacked a few racks and had to blow a couple And beefing one of us, then you're starting trouble Cos round here these hammers ain't blowing bubbles Some fake friends claiming they got love for me I'm like f** dem what they ever done for me? Shank in my bottoms, let someone push my bu*tons And how you beat your boys girl?, you're a wrongen These judas n***as hold gunshot gunshot I shot bud, I got cunch spots, cunch spots And me and C go way back like what do you know? From when we used to move coke in that blue golf Like wheres the aux wire? Fans should call me lethal, always asking me for more fire We don't really talk we ride, we in that dinga with that halftime .45 I told my story like maybe I should be an author Neighbours baiting up the trap when I'm just tryna feed my daughter I'm tryna live, this is ain't life, if its your time its your time So if i die don't cry Tell sky I'm in the sky Kojo funds Running on the blocks all day Running on the streets so mu gon get paid I know the satan want me Its like god forgive me when i say my grace (x4) Kojo Funds Feds want me aii Feds want feds want me aii This my this my life This my this my life aii Feds want me aii Feds want feds want me aii