Vezzy Crooks - 24s lyrics

Tryna stop my mum working, so I'm jugging till my last breath Even if it means that I die or I hit the pen, dog-eat-dog world, too corrupted for a Savior, f** a Royal Rumble, I'd rather call it Hustlemania Sinning to make a change, you wouldn't know about my lifestyle, tryna jugg my studies & my hustle, yeah my lifes wild, yeah I f** wid sqrs but I ain't talking about the shapes fam, but that's all linear, pa**ive income, that's the main plan You can't eat alone so I'm wid a team full of hustlers, real-life strugglers, footy & school jugglers, but we ain't cold hearted, we're tryna eat & feed our loved ones, ain't talking FIFA when I say I'm pressing R1 So I'm tryna stack & maintain, invest £ and see papes, got Lesnars that'll get you Smackdown if you got the Kane When I die I need to hit the hustlers' hall of fame, tryna leave a legacy like Bergkamp in Highbury When the £ calls, it's always got me on my Ten Toes, I think I lust for the paper, when I penetrate I buss red notes, real F Boy when I recycle all these plastics, drop them to Uncle Merlin and try know he does his magic tricks Real hitters in my section from Wheelers Cross to Oban, loyalty is priceless, yeah n***a that's the slogan, but I don't trust a soul cah any mortal can betray you darg, Bodie k**ed Wallace and believe that was his own darg Also got a part-time, trading hours for this bread, one stable income, no stress from the feds, but I ain't fully legit, I drop shapes to the uncle though, making moves cus I'm on my hustle like Michael Stone Tell my holders don't stress, stay home and be cool, team full of Zlatans man and I ain't talking football, F ain't enough so I'm hitting licks on my jack jones, before I leave my crib, I either you go hard or go home Seeing all my n***as shine just makes me shine more, but seeing olders fall off makes me wanna mash more, but my community thriving makes me see the bigger picture, like there's more to life than making £ and living richer So I grind hard so my people see better days, straight Goodfellaz but my Shottas do Carlito's Way, my guy *shh* a Family Guy, for the pees he's flying Griffins, can't knock the hustle, everybody needs a living, more to life than the ends, the aims to build a**ets and buy yards, but young-minded youts think success is Loubs & The Shard, broke mindset tryna be with Yeezy & Jigga, so their moving all that Coke tryna make their stack Bigga Don't watch how others mash their work, I only watch mine, having £ in Bags & Boxes got me patterned in Financial Times, Blade Brown thinking I've learnt to stack more & spend less, on my Warren Buffett, but I'm too young to trade shares Predicting share prices, Oracle of the trading game, feeling Mr. Probz I just want G's to feel my wave, no intro to the Payper, I've already had my Training Day, ask about in BK, I've really done moves to see the papes Tryna feed my people, want my Mum driving nice cars, so I'm kidnapping red Lizzys & Purple Charles Beefs long, n***as get it taking little bro to school, that ain't the life for me,man g**ning ain't cool, rather bang for the ends that help Mum and sis meet, moving like first aid, tryna resuscitate the beef, cah, these youts have got no point to proof, not knowing beef is a sport for them mandem with nothing to lose, them people with vision, no talent, no end goal, either end up locked up in Scrubs or even dead though RIP my n***a Jojo, that's my n***a from the jump, I swear when he died, uno that sh** touched my heart, age 15 his soul descended to the heavens, all because he craved stripes, wannabe hood legend, yeah he achieved it but look where he ended up, I'd rather see my n***a riding life up in Belmarsh, yeah I'm not a activist cus I'm still in the hood, but I've got plans to achieve that not many others would, doing wrong to make a right just to further the case, so wrong right intentions, I'm feeling like Rawz They see all these rappers flaunting in their rentals, it's mad I've never heard a rapper boast about essentials, like putting food on the table, or paying Mummy's rent though, buying Loubs but can't pay for gas, man that's dead tho, these youts money-hungry so they can stunt on the Twitter cah, Get Rich or Die Tryin, for the Loubs theyll leave a Ma**acre Hit rock bottom like The Rock before, won't happen again, cus I learnt the art of maintain from my jigga M, lowkey living I don't wanna ever have to go pen, have my money going through more Relapses than Eminem Word to my bro Jayke, I'm sinning to make a change, tryna make a money storm so in the club I make it rain, but it's mad all this bu*ter won't moisten my pain, Cus since my bros died, things ain't never been the same