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Fucked in the head Man don't grow up in the ends Show no love to the feds Fuck your respect No dough, hungry and vexed But Polo'd up to the neck Young mothers in debt Just blow dole money on sesh No hope, pushed to the edge Blaze up when I'm stressed in my zone Smoke buds of the best by the boatload Zoogie's on fleek First at the bar, last one to leave Still roaming round Bradford and Leeds Stoned, smelling like backwards and weed If you don't know, you better ask somebody Ask around, I'm the nicest Lunar's the truth, tune after tune I bang them out like a right left I'm spazzing out like a [?] Came up off nothing, I'm high off life I prophicised this and no one listened To rebel against my family, I had to get a job and not go to prison Can't tell if it's all in my head I'm high enough to fall to my death Tried to test me but you all flopped SongtexteThe Earth's not flat, I can't fall off From the skwolla, from the dirt At the bottom nothing on this Earth's free If you want it then you've gotta work for it I'm from the skwolla, from the dirt From the skwolla, from the dirt At the bottom nothing on this Earth's free If you want it then you've gotta work for it I'm from the skwolla, from the dirt Been through hell, left stronger like a southpaw, yeah Man are fiending for some real rap, there's been a drought all year I was destined, I'm just flexing, my progression's got me surprised I got it down to a tee and nailed it, Jesus Christ I'm on stuff and it's not drugs Man I bust up if it's not love Keep your gob shut, let them watch us Man I'm not fussed, I'm the dog's nuts You're not on par with Lunar, I'm barging through Like Rick Ross at a barbecue My words come to life off the page like Babadook Yeah I'm the truth Why do these fake breddas rap? They never last, amen to that No chances left, I'm at their neck Snapping on rappers like chains getting slapped [?] to drink like a designated driver They don't give me any credit Maybe I just chose the wrong thing to dedicate my life to Bullshit, I'm the greatest I ain't got no little bit of doubt Bitch I've been around Listen to me now I dick them, dick them down Until I'm in the ground Willy in your mouth Wiggle it around Stick it in and out And I'm not fussy with it Still not too good to fuck ugly chicks Kendrick said his dick ain't free, well mine fucking is From the skwolla, from the dirt At the bottom nothing on this Earth's free If you want it then you've gotta work for it I'm from the skwolla, from the dirt From the skwolla, from the dirt At the bottom nothing on this Earth's free If you want it then you've gotta work for it I'm from the skwolla, from the dirt Lunar C is an arrogant prick But I doubt you can prove to me I'm not the illest around You ain't heard nothing badder than this in a while I've already told them [?] have a million styles Lunar that flow's so cold Yeah tell me something I don't know bro When man touch the mic Their bars don't match up to mine Cut them off like no, no, yo Can't act like a boss and then talk like you're still out in the ends shotting A lot of bi-polar MCs are not very sure if they're on trapping or being entrepreneurs They don't want me to war with them [?] god willing I don't do something I regret Sit back and bite my tongue like a pleb So what if you're offended by something I said Don't sugarcoat it, they know the flow's too much to cope with Just tell the truth, who could've wrote this Other than me, killing beats since 2-double-0-6 Let them hate, I'm not feeling them either On a grind every day, I don't fuck with them eediats I don't ever sell features There ain't a price you can pay me to jump on a weak track From the skwolla, from the dirt At the bottom nothing on this Earth's free If you want it then you've gotta work for it I'm from the skwolla, from the dirt From the skwolla, from the dirt At the bottom nothing on this Earth's free If you want it then you've gotta work for it I'm from the skwolla, from the dirt Aus Songtexte Mania