Al Shux - Live Once lyrics

[Hook: Plan B] Everything will be ok Yes it will Come tomorrow We gonna see better days No more sorrow [Post-Hook] This is for the ones in the slums, I'll be saying wa**up You ain't gotta be afraid no more, what the f**? Why you walking with your head down low? Pick it up, pick it up You only live once [Verse 1: Plan B] And you can be anything you wanna be There ain't nothing stopping you Just like there weren't no stopping me I'm from the east end where peeps used to speak co*kney Now it's so multicultural no one speaks properly Rhyming slang was invited on the docks to put a block on police Now the docks ain't there and no one cares cus they shotting B But still talking code like morse, it ain't no mock-ney But educated people still see it as a mockery That's why they use our slang against us to be derogatory We just fuel the fire with our thugged-out philosophies Like crime's the only way we're gonna feed off this economy Revert to type, give out these self-fulfilling prophecies But we ain't no different from them, honestly Luck's the only reason they weren't born into poverty So never be afraid to say whats in your heart, follow your dreams, or wanna be Something that they say you can't, because I promise, G [Hook: Plan B] Everything will be ok Yes it will Come tomorrow We gonna see better days No more sorrow [Verse 2: Kano] Don't make me get Illmatic on them Talking about them cats and robbers Hustlin' them 16s, I guess I'm still trapping on them Rolex watch and I still ain't got no bachelor honours Man was from the Ends, I was influenced by Spragga Benz and shottas Still we didn't throw no hats in the air My man was in the studio with hats and them snares Who thought we would have made it to the BAFTAs this year? When man was just a pickney with dax in my hair Anyway we're gonna shine, blue collar crime The only thing thats good about the hood is that we're colour blind Common goal, common enemy, economise And still personify, a n***a trying not to live a common life Don't let them make you hate yourself I'm like low batties, everywhere I go is like a hate chain on my belt Her amaze, at her age she shouldn't be having no more babies Put that lady in her place You think she's scamming for a bigger place to stay? Maybe you should try staying in her place Plus a plasma on the wall can't change the personality Of a ill-mannered mentality, damaged goods [Hook: Plan B] [Post-Hook x2] [Verse 3: Plan B] Life is like a game of Monopoly The ones that get a head start buy up all the properties Start acting like they're aristocracy And make the latecomers pay the price for not rolling the dice properly They might be winning now but success is a false economy Playing a game of chance whether recklessly or responsibly Lady Luck's no bra**, can't buy her love, it comes for free She's a s*ut, no cla**, picks up random dudes she wants to treat Yeah she could be warm with you on Oxford, Bond or Regent Street She'll be gone once you pa** go along with your winning streak Land on Old Kent Road, the end you deemed was way too cheap To invest in, and you left him but wish you hadn't Now you deep in debt with peeps from Whitechapel East Who got plastic red Ibis-esque hotels on every street s**ing all your fake P's until you can't receive Even though its only make-believe That's a metaphor for life The only one you'll ever need Believe [Hook: Plan B]