Breakdown

[Verse 1: Plan B] Look who signed to 679, it ain't no secret That pussyhole white boy from Gate you used to beat up Even though I made it now, I still can't leap up You cunts just don't hear me, even when I speak up Even when I'm spitting real shit, you're still like "I don't feel it", make no noise at shows even when I kill it You stay slating, this blatant hating going on is frustrating But I'm still creating and making songs regardless Cause I don't give a fuck about you bastards Step to me on mic, I'll eat you then go back for afters Clear you can rap and that but backing tracks don't make you artists When I play live, I don't just sing and rap, I write guitar licks It's acoustic music, but I still spit the hard shit I'm on some dark shit, dead bodies in the boot of a car shit This ain't no Nas shit, it's dark, sickening as fuck to rahtid Dearly departed rolled up in a piece of carpet I tell stories bout the darker side of life Youts getting sliced by the next yout with a knife It's not nice, but time you fucking took notice Just drink to rife, no strife [?] crime is due psychosis Those man'll know this, cause they're still going through the struggle In the city not the suburb, people here don't live in bubbles Don't get it muddled, money makes you what you are That's why men you think are dickheads mostly drive expensive cars [Hook: The Earlies] Maybe I'll blow, or maybe I won't Maybe I'll just spend my life living on the dough Still I won't break down Still I won't break down, still I won't break down Maybe I will, maybe I won't Either way I'll struggle under pressure, I'll cope Still I won't break down Still I won't break down, still I won't break down [Verse 2: Plan B] If my time ain't now, even when my album's out Without a shadow of a doubt, I ain't pulling out I won't break down, (still I won't break down Still I won't break down) Go back? I can't, it's far too late now Man already hating on me, plus they know my face now Less I'm rolling deep [?], I can't go back to Gate now It's fate now, will I fall through or crumble under pressure? My subconscious says this is just a demon God has sent to test ya Alpha omega, unpredictable like weather The only thing for certain is forever No more living life as if there's no tomorrow If my time is borrowed, then everywhere I go death follows But I won't live my life in fear of being swallowed I accept the fact one day my soul will leave my body hollow In the past for years, I've been a man of constant sorrow Since I signed this record deal, I've kept it real, not followed No ink in my lyrics, just blood, sweat and tears I've been through the worst years, stabbed in the back By my so-called friends and disregarded by my peers Cause shit that's said when I ain't there always ends up in my ears One way or another, you snakes will show me your true colour And when you do, every single one of you will suffer You cunts [Hook] [Verse 3: Plan B] So what's the story, morning glory? It's gory Not only was she raped and killed but elderly and poorly I've only just woke up and already something's drawn me Into thinking dark thoughts that cut deep like someone bored me That's the difference, shit affects me I can't just feel no way, turn the page and sip my Tetley's Sip my Tetley's, keep on buttering my toast I've got to exorcise this demon cause it haunts me like a ghost I'm more deep than most, some take me literally Some take me with a pinch of salt, but how big's a pinch of salt? Man are quietly impressed but still don't think I'm dope Or man think I'm dope and everything I say's a joke All the same though, be on your Ps and Qs like Kano Cause when I set my targets, I don't aim low I aim so my fist connects straight with your face, bro Till it don't look right, like white girls who wear their hair in [?] [Hook x2]