More Life

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
See, I'm steady screaming, "More life"
I did it all, there's no room for anymore stripes
All these trials and tribulations made me more wise
I wish that God could've gave my grandma more time, real shit

[Verse]
'Cause when the hate don't work, they start tellin' lies
In a world where the hate's from your own kind
I got eighty last week, I got no time
On them Nipsey vibes, grindin' out my whole life
I'm no overnight celebrity, remember me
Twista from the hill, Hill End not Beverly
I earned where I'm meant to be, mm
I know more about the storm then Craig Bellamy, you're tellin' me (Ah)
Gotta stick and move, no Ali
Make 'em sick in their stomach, no Bali
Put me down as a great, no Kahli
Why? 'Cause I turned the Aus scene to a party, gang
I ain't tryna fit in, I'm tryna stand out
Planned out, under-estimated, but now they understand now
They already know what we're about (Yeah)
Real gentlemen help because her hair out (Uh)
Never turned down photos when they ask for
TG 'cause this the life we asked for
There's a lot of things that I could be charged for
Now the only stamps I'm doing is my passport
'Cause this life ain't really what it seems
Got crims and pigs battin' for the same team (Ah)
And these rappers rappin' pyramid schemes
Make money, feed the fam' that's what gangsta mean
And I won't advise the route that we took
But we learnt more in the street than reading them books (Real shit)
And I'm still screamin' free Masi Rooc
'Cause we still turn your local park to a bush doof
Bang, bang
HS hit squad, I'm heaven sent
We're the ones who put in work, the rest are residents (Mm-hmm)
Check the news if you need some of the evidence (Mm-hmm)
I don't need to spark beef to be revelant (Mm)
New week, new city, yeah, I'm gettin' it
New city, same result, just shredding it
If it don't make money, not addressing 'em
Still doin' eetswa, is what I'm tellin' 'em
And I'm doing all this with no manager
Brand deals, shows, fillin' up my calendar
You can't hustle me, I'm no amateur
'Cause I come from servin' balls, no Slazenger
And I don't need to trap no more, slap no more
If you talkin' 'bout Hefs, you better add some more
You see my face on ads and all
Now they got their hands up, like I'm Macklemore
See the only time we pray, is when we in need
And we tend to forget once it's all sweet
So I give my thanks right before I go sleep
I'm not perfect, Lord knows how my heart bleeds

[Chorus]
So, I'm steady screaming, "More life"
I did it all, there's no room for anymore stripes
All these trials and tribulations made me more wise
I wish that God could've gave my grandma more time, real shit