Patek Myself Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You gotta Learn & Gain
Little bro flying hella birds till the burden came
Picture this, haters picture me on a burning plane
If I go hell, I'll make salah in the burning flames
A small change will make a person change
This small rug is from the Persian range
Took the long route way before the diversion came
And now I'm sleeping on the Virgin plane
And I ain't playin' certain games
With these clowns, and I ain't boarding on the circus train
I got the Lane assist in the ride
When I'm high, Akh I turn it on
So I ain't swerving lanes
We go to work but we don't earn the same
We all got pain but it don't burn the same
And I been burned by the same flame twice, see that third time round, Akh I burned the flame
They call me dirty and I've earned my name
I learnt the game, I had a bike before the German came
And I was whizzing in my corsa like a Bentley way before I bought a car from the German range
We go to work but we don't work the same
We go to work but we don't earn the same
I'll take this crack before I take the stand, Akh
And I rather no hands before I shake ya hand man
[Verse 2]
And life's hard I go get myself
They want me to drown, but I can swim I won't let myself
If life's a gamble, let me bet myself
I'm always handling the threat myself
Man said *** turned opp, I had to check myself
Had to check myself Akh before I wreck myself
Went to check in the flesh myself
Went to check Akh, I stand wrong and correct myself
I lost the love and the respect as well
The doc said I should respect my health
They hear me on these beats
And they know me on them streets, I'm Phillippe I Patek myself
If you show me love, know that means a lot Where I'm from bruddas need some hugs they don't need a job
I done been under rock bottoms and I ain't meet The Rock
If little bro tryna serve you shots, he don't mean Ciroc
Never time to sleep a lot
Used to sweep the streets a lot
Used to lie and cheat a lot
Get indulged in beef a lot
He used to speak a lot and tweet a lot
And now it's kinda deep, 'cah he's got his meet-and-greet with God
Times I walked 100 miles, Akh I needed extra legs
Use to scrape the crumbs of booje down to make dem extra pebs
Now we flying Dam for the smoking sesh
You're just a clown and your life's like a joking sesh
[Verse 3]
He's just an OG with these Gs, in this Gucci duffle
Young G stick for your Gs, you can't move a muscle
Same streets that I learned to love, I learned to shoot and hustle
I knew the struggle Akh, and I ain't new to trouble
Only with this hammer or this shank, they go hard as nails
Catch me with no hammer and no shank, and I'm still hard as shells
That's where I ate, but I starved as well
Same place that I finished first, I finished last as well
Catch me with that heater tucked
Akh, I even sleep with one
And this is deeper stuff
Akh, clap when that reaper come
You ever walked till your feet are numb?
He was just a good yute but the streets are dumb

[Outro]
And Dirty ain't no movie star
Catch me in this Hooptie car
Winter in my Gucci scarf
Money first and then the coochie last
Tryna scoop clients out the pub or the sushi bars
I said Dirty ain't no movie star
Catch me in this Hooptie car
Winter in my Gucci scarf
Money first and then the coochie last
Tryna scoop clients out the pub or the sushi bars

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