Conversations

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jords] I'm still up and coming Tryna make something out of nothing, whilst you're making something out nothing When we get to the summit I'm tryna make this house a home, so we can have somewhere nice to love in Or live in or try some positions You got that soul food, kinda like my Grandma's curry mutton I won't lie, yeah we got some soul ties Even got the shirt with buttons Now I got some jail ties call em cufflinks You got a pretty face and a lot of a substance Handling the heartache, I'm abandoning my past ways Now you're like the candle in my dark days Happy when you're lonely, in the hometown with homies Tryna add some carats to your rolly Happy when we're low-key, happier and holy But I'm still Running from the old me [Chorus] You said there's something in the way I move That keeps you feeling safe, feeling safe But there's something in the things you do That makes me feel a way, I doubt you'd feel the same, as I do [Verse 2: Sue Lily & Marc TC] As I do For you All about the things I do For you I do For you All about the things I do For you (all about the things I do, all about the things I do) [Chorus] You said there's something in the way I move That keeps you feeling safe, feeling safe But there's something in the things you do That makes me feel a way, I doubt you'd feel the same, as I do [Verse 3: Jords] Conversations with the olders Who had hope when I was faithless and faith when I was hopeless They said don't lose your life for what you do in the moment Keep your eyes on your omens, I don't think you should be rolling He said there was a couple times I hoped I was dead When I was so deep in the hood that it was over my head I hope that you're next, but niggas die I hope you ain't next But I'm due to leave, keep it between you and me, use to be Eenie, meenie, minie, mo, catch a brother by the hoodie If we know him let him go, look at what road did to me If he's snitching let it sky, search his pockets for the goodies Screaming fuck the other side, but they ain't gon' listen to me Apple of my mummy's eye give her my whole bank account (fucked) Used to be around the shit rappers wanna rap about Now I'm just taking it easy finding things to sing about Nothing doesn't matter now I know she's kinda proud But I'll have rapper running if we spin the dinger round Now they see I'm up and coming the labels are ringing round Fuck your deal, only stay around the real Only need to beat it once so I can know how it feels They just want the numbers they don't need to listen They don't see the vision they just see division Funny you gotta make a killing to start living Funny how women take yards when I give 'em inches Can't bring any woman into my house Ain't tryna turn every woman into a spouse Throw a nitty a brick he'll turn into an ounce Throw my brother a brick he'll turn into a house I don't care for what the shows say When it's time for the MOBOs I'm Mobay Man from the manor don't care for glitz and the glamour Just take me back to my family take my boys out the slammer