Lyrics

Reporting live to you fuckers from the mother land Benny Fucking Buckingham Coming home Sucker clones better bet it it's us again Turning past weeks through a million pages Wrek is to the stages What Citizen Kane is to the film biz Hollywood writing down a lot good Seen a lot of things screenplay shit we probably should I'm breaking records on my shelf life and all my team I'm building bridges to my wealth Don't need more self esteem E said the hoods were gonna roll We squaded up to Cape Town and now I'm coming home I feel indivisible plus invincible Out to prove a point this year they feel me off of principle This shits in my blood I'm out here doing what I'm meant to do Never took a break or retired that shit ain't sensible Nah I break barriers they break down Collecting accolades like who gon' stop my claims now My main sounds been a decade in the make wow I Kept it going I ain't like these other lame clowns I'm Tommy Shelby up in arms I'm stealthy I am the bookie on this land I do not play the hand you think you dealt me This is grind mode look where I'm at now You think that I could climb this high by playing the background No It was driving all them miles to the Slak Lounge go Anywhere that they would let me just rap round shows I did my thing for years and still here hungry Since roast the most I flowed and ain't a nan one above me bruh This the 34th you didn't know That I was out here killing shit 34 weeks all in a row And that's just 2019 Wait for me to wipe they eyes clean like a ton of visine When I start promoting this album It's gonna be some pressure on the lesser who were counting me out son So we live out in Africa Spitting that illmatica Opponents lack components like it's gattaca I waited all my life to be here I feel my fathers past when I breathe here I hope that you see clear I hope you don't heed fear And act with conceit near A bunch of righteous folks We in here sipping on 3 beers It's Paradise for avid flights I'm talking battles where back on mics I was flyer than satellites They were not even half as nice Hannah Montana types I battered 'em had to strike they were softer than Spanish rice I'm on that sacred soil to honor Val Ryan And Micheal Melody I hope I have my fam smiling Mouth of the South Africa this soil has touched my soul I had to cross the sea to know more me I'm coming home