Breakdown Cover

Yeah, yeah, yeah, one Uh, yeah Alrighty, yo Here's a little story about being a rapper at shows Chat to my bros, I'm keeping all these stories within Tom Nish on the beat, let the story begin Start from the jump I got my people crowding my car, window is stuck Feeling rough when I check my account, nothing is up So I had to do this show to get the rent for a month, wait East side brudda, FG ville See me and my donnies in that Peugeot still Yeah, it's real, we been coasting for time, coasting for time Pull up to the show, we not feeling the vibe I been chatting to the promoter for like the last six months He said the ticket sales are going pretty well There's about five people in the front Shit One, one, one, one hand in the air Bounce if you wanna, grab a friend if they're near Spill your beer if you're looking to cheer, looking to cheer I jump on the stage, watch these people appear (Go, Barney, go) Overly cold, I'm snapping a bar Snap them in half, mathematically charged I'm coasting, forever ready with bars Never been last, only consolation prize I got was chilling with stars (Go, Barney, go) Never lying, constantly gripping these lyrics I'm firing, forcing the timing I ain't slipping and sliding Holding my script when I be missing these sirens Total eclipse when I be sonning these tyrants, one So there you go Another show, hunting for dough Filling my pockets, yeah, this ting is a joke, uh A rap show wouldn't be my choice though Picking up my phone, Loyal delivered a voice note, like Yo, when's your voice gone? We probably got there late We got there, there was no one there We probably been pushed back by like an hour And then you just stepped out on stage What were you doing, playing Candy? It was like Mr. Motivator, it was like we did the fitness DVD Wait, who was the girl, who was the girl who took your hat off? I looked at that like, I saw your heart breaking and your head shining