[Hook: Jay Red]
Walking with the inside outside
You were my bruh, belly full of fire
And I don't know if I can grow so
I'm asking Lord, oh why?
Why I'm so young while I feel so wise
Born in the hustle, born in the grind
Born in the hustle, born in the grind
[Verse 1: Manga]
It's all in my hustle, it's all in my grime
I was born in the rubble, and all I could find
Was a handful of f** you, and a mouthful of lies
I need and fake love yous, and selfish advice
They tried to hold me back till I forced man to fly
Then they tried to shoot me down though, time after time
And I'm tired after time, it's mad when you're so focused
You know when you've got the words but you can't find the rhymes?
And grime nearly k**ed me, and grime saved my life
Grime nearly k**ed me, fam, grime saved my life
Grime is why she left me, but grime is why I write
It's like I fell in love with slow money and late nights
But I feel I'm getting close, nine tracks, three days in the same clothes
Asking God to keep me safe and stay close
I said I feel I'm getting close, nine tracks, three days in the same clothes
Asking God to keep me safe and stay close
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Mik** Pane]
It's all in my hustle, it's all in my grime
They bought us muzzles for all these megabytes
f** those c*nts though, f**loads of uploads
They thought we would struggle, f** em all, it's a lie
Since I am remaining honest, I have to make a promise
There's nothing funny about this sh**, Manga ain't a comic
Mik**'s not a joke, bruh, we're trying to be legends
But they try take us for jokers like we're rhyming Heath Ledgers
All these lairy trolls do whatever they're told
When they're asked to underrate us like we're 7 years old
I support the culture though, they haven't scared me out
And I'm always ultra like sanitary towels
Us two produce proper sh**, 'nuff dudes do the opposite
The bollocks isn't true, do some music, lose the politics
You better mention me when you talk about rhymers
I go in the most out of all the outsiders
[Hook](x2)