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Get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
Yeah, get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
I doubt that you’ll ever understand me
All the way in on this and I ain't got a plan b
Running round in hackney
This is where I came up
Yeah the manor changed but to me it’s all the same bruv
Tryna get the change up
Stack a little paper
Spend a bit, save some, until the rainy day come
Fuck what they say son, chat what they aint done
Dem boy paigon, clash me you must be mistaken
Still with my day ones no way you can test us
I’m with my own ting we don’t watch what the rest does
They can’t try finesse us, third eye open
Feet on the ground hands to the sky hoping
I’m at peace, floating, across this ocean
But don’t rock the boat you could get your nose broken
You know I ain’t joking them man must be smoking
Crack or the coke it’s just weed that I’m toking
Yeah every time I try to get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
Yeah, get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
Two feet firm on the ground
But I still trip up
Taking occasional L’s
W’s never miss ‘em
Brushing the dirt off of my shelves
I mean my shoulders, shit
To all the kids
Remember respect your olders, bitch
Well if I’m honest that really and truly ain’t an order
Take it from me living inside the law is just kinda boring
I wasn’t exactly a teen with a pint of water in my hand
More like a boy with a dream, a fluffy quarter and a plan
Ha
They’d probably laugh
That’s the reason younger me was always hiding my bars
Plotting and scheming like the evil queens, Deville or Jafar,
The only difference is I win in the end
Now let me tell you my friends
The non-believers never got to my head
Maybe I’ll send em a message again
Nah I’d be wasting my time
The true glory’s when I’m skipping the line
And you get up to the front
And the bouncer decline
Get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
Yeah, get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
Long week still we can't stall
Bullshit weighing heavy still the heart full
From the seeds to the trees out the mud
Planting feet in the dirt with the love so we can't fall
Can't fall yeah the Roots strong
Keep the glass half full where the fruit from
End of week need a sleep and a break
Need to breathe need a high need to bake need the zoot long
Zoot long I need my money up
Run it up every minute that the sun is up
And when it's down getting pounds getting paid
Getting loud getting raised in the South but I'm coming up
Coming up I'm on the East side
A couple brothers like minds and the beats nice
Nothing long run a song late at night sun is gone still at work up and down what it been like
Get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
Yeah, get up, get knocked down
My whole life that’s the way it played out
Yeah we came way too far to turn round
Two feet from the cradle to the ground
WRITERS
Asher Korner, Christopher Summers, Joe Beard, Nicholas Ward, Pascal Balletti
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Sentric Music
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