No Favours - Gopal, 王秋蘭（愛靜）

Kick me down, you better pray I don’t get up

I’m cutting ties 'cos I think I’ve had enough

My mama told me I should never give up, so I

Held my hands together for the lord above, we givin'

Praise to the Lord, he’s the one working the hardest

Putting food on the table and I’m getting the freshest harvest

Got the Airforce 1s stepping on the Persian carpets

Cop the finest in the city when we shopping for the garments

Padded leather seats when we sitting with bosses

Signed papers with Parkers when we taking in these profits

I gotta get home on time to go and see my goddess

In that brand new facelift, yeah I just put down that deposit

I know mans that would start moving so ballistic

Ain’t spoken for some time but I know they would ride the distance

And being rich, that was spoken to existence

You can go and tell the PM, we owe nothing to the system

We’re just a couple brown boys, vybing, kicking back

The barbecues a flop because we burned the chicken black

But its calm 'cos this Bad B, she’s looking like a snack

Yeah we really doing loads, but we still ain’t got a plaque

Yo G, what you saying, what you telling me

Nothing much my brudda, jus writing to these melodies

And one day I’ll be in suits, invited to award shows

But right now got nothing but all these trackies in my wardrobe

Never settling, for the life that I’m living in

Cloudy with the chance that this bud starts kicking in

Couple bruddas round me, but these mans aren’t my siblings

Family ties 'cos I got them all through the thick or thin

Some shit don’t sit right with my moral compass

Walk away from the old life, tryna find my new purpose

Certain man still boil blood like a furnace

But right now I’m stacking bread so I can finally draw the curtains

Kick me down, you better pray I don’t get up

I’m cutting ties 'cos I think I’ve had enough

My mama told me I should never give up, so I

Held my hands together for the lord above, we givin'

Praise to the Lord, he’s the one working the hardest

Putting food on the table and I’m getting the freshest harvest

Got the Airforce 1s stepping on the Persian carpets

Cop the finest in the city when we shopping for the garments

Yeah, they ain’t living how we’re living but they make decisions

I could probably truss my opps more than these politicians

And I can see my people dying but when will they listen

It’s like we kill each other while they pree it from a distance

Play your position, can’t put faith in the system

I’m aiming, not missing

See I got all these tekkers, they can’t make me a victim

And I don’t need no record deal 'cos I been staying consistent

Plus I don’t want the fame and I don’t want the recognition

I never had a silver spoon, I got hand-me-downs

Swear to God, this music money got me happy now

And all these rappers only safe cah their beef only online

Call yourself a goat, said you’re a king but you are not mine

I’m not your friend, I’m not your brudda, still I got mine

You was never there helping the times I had to get by

So don’t be asking for favours now that I’ve got shine

Thinking 'bout the old times, yeah

When we was young, we had community centres

They shut 'em down for budget cuts and now they’re wondering why there’s yutes

on the block

And we been so misjudged, they treat us like a bunch of kids

We come from broken homes and that the reason why we sell them bricks

This is that real rap, I’ve never needed auto tune

I pick a track, I’ll pepper it, I do my ting up in the booth

They keep tryna send us jail for all the things we do

So would you love police the same way if it was you

Kick me down, you better pray I don’t get up

I’m cutting ties 'cos I think I’ve had enough

My mama told me I should never give up, so I

Held my hands together for the lord above, we givin'

Praise to the Lord, he’s the one working the hardest

Putting food on the table and I’m getting the freshest harvest

Got the Airforce 1s stepping on the Persian carpets

Cop the finest in the city when we shopping for the garments