Medals & Plaques (feat. Fiac)

Antony Henderson, Faraz Rasheed, Joel Todd

See I've been thinking when I needed help
Look into a mirror couldn't see myself
What's the thoughts of a winner? you couldn't even tell
I could tell you from beginner I was never well
Sick minded
I flip hybrids
I'm Still grinding
I'm Still working
And when it comes to the throne
I'm the work king
Every day I'm still growing still learning
I'm really tryna make it work
Cause I know what I deserve
I'm just waiting for my turn
I roll it up and let it burn
Growing up it weren't easy
That shit makes you learn
Man of the house still I make what I earn
Trap with an ounce still pebble the dirt
I been sat in the clouds looking down on the earth
I'm from Braddy we're they're aggy you'll get put in a herse
I just hop out the ride and ski
Then I pop out the violent me
And now they got their eyes on me
I got that Tyson speed
The way I ride on beats
I don't rely on peeps
Keep my mind on Ps
I went blind to the streets
I keep my mind on Ps
I went blind to the streets
I'm feeling better than ever before
I had to go legit there no more breaking the law
Put the whisky on rocks then I'm necking it pure
Swear it's risky at the top but I'll still get the applause
Told em it's about time
I been stuck on cloud nine
Life's been like a series I'm not talking bout prime
If you ain't lived it, you ain't seen it you don't know about my mine
Said you don't know about mine
And I always keep my heart up on my sleeve
I know from young that I had things to achieve
And when I lost faith
I knew I had to believe
I'm a man to go and give
Not a guy to receive
From young and early
I was underestimated
Only the day ones rated
Rest all hated
I had to change to the shades kid
Now the shadows on my back I'm elevated
Some days I smile other days I frown
I'm just tryna eight mile so I can change my route
Started in the streets to try and make some pounds
Slowly made some sheets and I couldn't stay around
Album dropped I got them listening now
With a pen and a pad I went and figured it out
And now I'm winning the crowd
It's how I'm living it now
I need my medals and my plagues
Now they're bringing em out
Medals plaques accolades
Victory's sweet with an aftertaste
Them man walking in the streets with a masquerade
They all talking cheap and exaggerate
I swear I'm bringing them out
Still I mopped up
When I've been in a drought
I got it locked up
And I'm giving it out
and every time I rock up
I got a spliff in my mouth
Ya get me
Them man coming at me
They ain't necessary
I don't even check the tone
But it's getting messy
Do not disturb
It's Airplane mode
When I'm smoking this purp
These man talking mute
They don't raise no alarms
These man are all drip
I ain't talking bout garms
I got this game on grip
I see the ting in my palms
One day you'll look up
And see me with the stars
Fuck the money and the fame
I do this for the art
Fuck the drum in the beat
We just need a guitar
And some keys anything to flip to get ps
If I want it then it's Fi's
Fuck a dollar in a dream
It's Your wallet and your keys
Yeah!
Ya get me
It's Filthy Free

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