Off the Record 2 - Yungen

This one’s 'Off the Record'

Reece in the building

I don’t even know if that makes any sense

I don’t name for fame, neither do I name to shame

But I’m learning more and more, this is a pagan game

I’m learning more and more, these other rappers hate in vain

I know I got to be the bigger man to make the change

I know I got to be the smarter man and make a change

Man are getting caught in feelings and stating names

I’m trying to stay focus, I can’t break again

You lucky this ain’t 08 cos man will take ya

Yo, I got niggas in their feelings

Of course I’m ruthless, the whip ain’t got no ceilings

Niggas hearts man they’re changing like the seasons

It’s arms house I’m at your mum’s with my demons

I’m just counting blessings and I’m learning lessons

Trying to usher my way through without no confessions

Tinie said he rates me highly, man that shows progression

I’m what they in to from the South to the Western, I ain’t stressing

Fam, I’m trying to make my Marge proud

And help her out cos there was times I weren’t allowed

Nothing was the same I got my head up in the clouds

When you make it where I’m from you scream that shit and scream it loud

Krept and Konan put me on and that’s something I won’t forget fam

But I’m not here to be no shadow of no next man

But saying that, it’s still play dirty to the death fam

I’m signed to Sony, my niggas they signed to Death Jam

There’s so much to say, but imma save that for an interlude

So stop asking me the same shit in these interviews

Playing a game, but were you win to loose

These rappers they do anything for flipping views

Fuck another diss track, my nigga I ain’t in that

I couldn’t take a break I was out there serving Kit-Kats

I’m trying to buy a 6 yard, you trying to get a 6 pack

You can’t relate if you don’t live that

Fam, I gave my sister my house, gave my sister my house

To give my nephews a future, I gave my sister my house

Now I’m in a fucking pent I used to live on a couch

But when you tell my fucking story don’t miss that shit out

I was in court, watch my big brother get a twelve

He just had a little girl, he ain’t home until she’s twelve

You wouldn’t believe bruh he was the man behind the scales

Now we’re here talking about jails

What’s your name ringing bells if you haven’t got your freedom

What does your rep mean if you ain’t no longer breathing

We all trying to prove a point but I can’t figure the meaning

It’s all fun until your mum’s grieving

I buried her best friend at 16

I’m praying that we all make it through summer 16

Nobodys got the drive but everybody’s got the talk, yeah they wanna live dreams

I’m ready just make sure the whips clean

I helped my mum get out the ends before I got myself a benz

Put off all my friends I don’t want them shotting tens

Yeah they drive me round the bend, but I still lend before I spend

It’s cliché if you in my company, then I defend

Money can’t buy your heart

The sterling didn’t change me then why would it start

I’m at festivals and I didn’t have to chart

They said we wouldn’t make it out the play park