Yaseen Rosay - The Principle lyrics

[Verse 1: L Jinny] I'm comin' along way from trippin' style I'm flippin' the ounce of green Stuck in the wrong place, k**in' is about hittin' [?] fiends Stuck in from jigs these piggies is coward Layin' around the streets They hidin' at their home, inna the clouds, you b**hin' about the scene The innocent town is me The syllables sound unique Just pissing about with different flows I'm sick of these idiots giving me the cro I'm sick of the road The Smith &'ll blow, they're tryna get rid of me, sit in my throne Nah, they couldn't get rid of me, sit in my throne Nothing could stop me now I'm riding with the mightiest team Survival of the fittest, been through them cold nights on the streets They couldn't walk a mile in my shoes or reside in my seats Before talkin' high for the views just behind them big screen Hard rap, grime, double time, I rhyme like a beast Can't trap, why f**in' lie about my time on the streets? Similar bars, different beats, I'm sick of predictable flows This kid is by far the illest [?], the syllable king in his throne [Chorus] We struggle or hustle, we duffel but we never win As youngers were hungry for funds and d** we're pedalling Now brothers are huntin' for others, end up in the Pen No trust in the bridge you're in, no love when the middle rings Nobody's invincible, anybody can get touched Just follow the principles, deficit ain't in the star The working bros like you cranking We all can be prone to snaking Get all of your home be raided The more to the poor for statements [Verse 2: Krazed] [?] what my lyrics making Mixed all my flows, miscellaneous Big scars might grow if I'm livin' famous Quick thoughts, rhymes won't be controlled by vivid haters Second deal, record sales, how'd you kiss an an*s? You brothers fill, let your morals talk to be in Jinny's playlist f** the bills f** the mills is not why I came in Learn to express your status in this mother slave sh** We stick to questioned like never before Who you really blast yo weapons, are you ready for war? This is ain't drama session where you get an applause This is the path to heaven where the veterans fall I'm right here, I'm not seeking escape Head full of white hair from all the sins I seen in my days I played it right fair, now I'm in need of a change Not a nightmare cuh only freedom of way [Chorus] We struggle or hustle, we duffel but we never win As youngers were hungry for funds and d** we're pedalling Now brothers are huntin' for others, end up in the Pen No trust in the bridge you're in, no love when the middle rings Nobody's invincible, anybody can get touched Just follow the principles, deficit ain't in the star The working bros like you cranking We all can be prone to snaking Get all of your home be raided The more to the poor for statements [Verse 3: Yaseen Rosay] Yeah man, yeah man, yeah I'm almost sun Do for my family and all my real dons Getting to the money ain't nuttin' long Rep where I'm at, can't forget where I'm from Money on my mind, left me with a cold heart Speed at the hustlers, you moving with a slow start Cause slow money's better than no money And no money leave you with a broke heart But f** that, go hard or go home Built up the team, I ain't did it on my own I'm out here, I ain't slept in two nights Same black tee, same two Nikes My pops getting old, I don't want him wacking The road's getting cold, yutes out birthing The straps ain't far when it comes to wartime But who's got my back's what I question more time [Chorus] We struggle or hustle, we duffel but we never win As youngers were hungry for funds and d** we're pedalling Now brothers are huntin' for others, end up in the Pen No trust in the bridge you're in, no love when the middle rings Nobody's invincible, anybody can get touched Just follow the principles, deficit ain't in the star The working bros like you cranking We all can be prone to snaking Get all of your home be raided The more to the poor for statements