Big Zuu – Ghetto Kyote lyrics

[Verse]
I've been tryna progress
To a place where my family is so blessed
I know that my mum's back-bone stressed
Holding the weight so we moan less
Reason why she wants me on the road less
Holding me down 'cause she knows best
I gotta listen man, it's so eff'd
But sometimes I think stress is in my own head
So I gotta move in the next way
Make time and plan for a next day
I ain't tryna spend money on a segway
Cuh I tryna do more when I get paid
Invest in our futures
Some studio time and producers
Work rates through the ceiling
Moving ruthless, all your hate is useless
Still, how much pain can my body take?
From being stabbed in the back from my bloody mate
Want me to hit the belly, that's no tummy weight
Next when I'm AJ'd out on a bummy day
Ugh, you move in a scummy way
You plastic brothers, you're filled with a dummy brain
Wanna get wrapped in a mummy way?
Left in a state where your mates all run away
Man get left in a tomb
I've kept it real since I injected the womb
They told a world where man make mushroom soup then a man gets waved off shrooms
Different aspects, which one would you choose?
Were you built to win? Was you made to lose?
I want my team to drink, I've been pressing that juice
Lazy yout and you're pressin' that snooze
Time to wake up, we're all tryna get cake up
Cuh I buy 50 lemons then you make lemonade bruv
Or do you sell it as grade bruv?
You see the way I explain bruv?
Because some man less so fixed on life than getting a shape-up
But I'm tryna move forward and never be living that wave bruv
Cuh I'm more on progression
With a positive mind frame
Because I know people that's been hurt from depression
So I'm tryna learn from their lessons
I gotta thank God for my blessings
That's why it's Dunya, I ain't got time to be messing
You're focused on finessing, your life's deeper than the way you're dressing
Talk about grindin'
Man I know about grindin'
That my mum's teeth that were grindin'
From the stress she was hiding
We're all tryna put our mums in retirement
But that's gonna come with the timin'
Me, I want things to work out
But I swear down it's all tirin'
Fam, I swear down it's all straining
I don't wanna hear my fam complaining
Swear down the ends all flamin'
Mandem draw for the heat for the stainin'
Washed up in time 'cause they're pagans
It's dead beef that they're raising
Focused, I don't know who you're fazin'
Putting in work all night, all dazing
Z double U, it's the B-I-G
Z double U, it's the B-I-G
Z double U and if a man can't spell then that's Big Zuu
B-I-G
Z double U, it's the B-I-G
Z double U, it's the B-I-G
Z double U and if a man can't spell then that's Big Zuu