Potter Payper - Keep On lyrics

[Intro: Tone] All the haters, we just keep on moving Yeah [Hook: Tone] Keep on You can do it, f** all the haters, we just keep on moving This is my life, now it's more than music So f** all the haters, we just keep on moving [Verse 1: Stormzy] Look, feeling like Rocky on the steps, real talk Come meet Rocky in the flesh Round here, we don't do sorries or regrets Round here, man'll catch a body for the bread Yeah, the world's gone mad, seen a good girl turn bad Saw a man get smoked for a bag Saw a man get thrown in the back Saw a man get rich then [?] Got my bros in the trap, I don't want 'em dead n***as boasting their raps I don't wanna hear Tryna blow from a track, I ain't stopping it Put my bros on the map and get it popping here, yeah, it's proper, clear It's all mad now, took a big step from the background Had em boy there turn bad now Me, I just air it If it ain't God, how the f** can I fear it? I go hard all day, I'll go hard till it all pays off I go hard for their life cause the grind's gotta pay I go hard while the boys stay soft I came round on the boys who could f** with the wave We're back where it all ticked off I work hard, yeah, a n***a can't wait for the day Where it pays and it all takes off, word Staying on my grind till it works out Tryna turn up while you turn down Burn man's bridge, get burnt down Like, how you gonna ask for a verse now? n***as can't wait till I burn out Tell em be easy, I'm good Do this for my bros in the pen And my friends in the grave and the Gs in the hood [Hook: Tone] [Verse 2: Potter Payper] Say my words be painting pictures like an artiste Mr Ess** Boy, certi from the Far East I'm from where you could get a tug off some armed police So I couldn't give a f** about your RTs, darg RT, I'm in a white house with some dark fiends I feel sorry for them, honestly, my heart bleeds But I'mma keep at it till I'm calm 'stige To my watch face blue like it can't breathe And HP's back, HP's back And I'm rolling with some yat boys, get your AP snatched I'm in that A3 black, darg, it's crazy in that Dunya I'm Scar up in this b**h, them man Timon and Pumba I get live, she hold it, sweating out like it's zumba Call me Frankie, not Fraser, call me Frankie, not Butcher Darg, I'm running through all that [?], pack on in my day, don Theirs all stuck on that same one, G, we ain't smoking the same bud [Hook: Tone] (x2)