Big Zuu - Ghetto Kyote lyrics

[Verse] I've been tryna progress To a place where my family is so blessed I know that my mum's back-bone stressed Holding the weight so we moan less Reason why she wants me on the road less Holding me down 'cause she knows best I gotta listen man, it's so eff'd But sometimes I think stress is in my own head So I gotta move in the next way Make time and plan for a next day I ain't tryna spend money on a segway Cuh I tryna do more when I get paid Invest in our futures Some studio time and producers Work rates through the ceiling Moving ruthless, all your hate is useless Still, how much pain can my body take? From being stabbed in the back from my bloody mate Want me to hit the belly, that's no tummy weight Next when I'm AJ'd out on a bummy day Ugh, you move in a scummy way You plastic brothers, you're filled with a dummy brain Wanna get wrapped in a mummy way? Left in a state where your mates all run away Man get left in a tomb I've kept it real since I injected the womb They told a world where man make mushroom soup then a man gets waved off shrooms Different aspects, which one would you choose? Were you built to win? Was you made to lose? I want my team to drink, I've been pressing that juice Lazy yout and you're pressin' that snooze Time to wake up, we're all tryna get cake up Cuh I buy 50 lemons then you make lemonade bruv Or do you sell it as grade bruv? You see the way I explain bruv? Because some man less so fixed on life than getting a shape-up But I'm tryna move forward and never be living that wave bruv Cuh I'm more on progression With a positive mind frame Because I know people that's been hurt from depression So I'm tryna learn from their lessons I gotta thank God for my blessings That's why it's [?], I ain't got time to be messing You're focused on finessing, your life's deeper than the way you're dressing Talk about grindin' Man I know about grindin' That my mum's teeth that were grindin' From the stress she was hiding We're all tryna put our mums in retirement But that's gonna come with the timin' Me, I want things to work out But I swear down it's all tirin' Fam, I swear down it's all straining I don't wanna hear my fam complaining Swear down the ends all flamin' Mandem draw for the heat for the stainin' Washed up in time 'cause they're pagans It's dead beef that they're raising Focused, I don't know who you're fazin' Putting in work all night, all dazing Z double U, it's the B-I-G Z double U, it's the B-I-G Z double U and if a man can't spell then that's Big Zuu B-I-G Z double U, it's the B-I-G Z double U, it's the B-I-G Z double U and if a man can't spell then that's Big Zuu