Wretch 32 - Welcome to My World lyrics

[Hook] Welcome to my world Welcome to my world Welcome to my world Welcome to my world [Verse 1] Welcome to my Wretchrospective I'm like welcome to my world, where no one's ahead of the Wretch And every DJ says I'm the best But I'm still underground, I'm just tryna get my legs on the steps But the journey to success will be a hell of a length It seems worth it but I don't wanna ask for help, I keep working Ask myself, right through the grey shift, I write till the day's in But somehow I've still gotta fight for the playlist I'm creative, my writing's amazing But everyone's waiting on the hit I ain't making I make cla**ics, my music's tragic To live what you right, that's the true missed talent Then they're telling me I shouldn't do rap When I grew with that, reggae and bashment I ain't the same as them anything clash men I do music for the love, not tryna get a reload, squeezing in clubs I do this for UK unplugged, Koko, Jazz Café, O2 stuff Run that and try and leave the whole room touched Just with a few of my songs That's my dream, if what I'm pursuing is wrong I'mma leave, I'mma leave [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm like welcome to my world, where the street ain't a problem But tryna get sleep ain't an option Because my son keeps crying but I must keep writing Every day I'm getting up before the sun be rising Tryna see funds so my son keeps shining Pa**ed through the drums and my mum keeps smiling Cause she ain't been the same since my grandma died and I've been away like I ain't had no time Cause the world's on my shoulders, sun's in my face Who on Earth tried to put a universe on tape? With words I'm great, I'll soon be a star And I can have a rally with Venus on Mars I'm out of this world, I won't stop till it's 300,000 I sell I'm so on my grind I don't have time for a wife, I don't have time for a life I'll live when I die, and that's metaphorically cause legends never die I'll be sitting up in heaven, I'mma fly, I Will not quit, this is my dream And me and Z, we spent too much Ps Cuh music always takes money But I tell you this for free, it don't always make money I've come this far and I've lasted our graft But my chance is I'm gonna pa** every artist [Hook] [Verse 3] Look, I'm like welcome to my world, where they want more from my mixtape But still say it sounds like an album, why'd they doubt it? I'm an author that script writes Over a beat, I describe The world on the street, get an insight It's subtitles when I spit rhymes It's more like a film on a disc, I Expose how I feel through a crisp mic Wretchrospective, the movie On the roads, emotion's a eulogy On how it goes down is the truth I speak Cause they can't paint it like I do Spike Lee's close but he's missing the right tune Jay-Z's close but he's missing the end scene I've been both, I deliver a frenzy I'm Wretch 32 [Hook](x2)