Stick Ya Chest Out Lyrics

Rudeboy rudeboy rudeboy

Rudeboy, haha, yeah

Rudeboy in the ends

Roll on me own coz me don't need no friend, na

Rudeboy in the ends

Roll on me own coz me don't need no friend, na

Pain is a part of me

Forever but I'm never giving up on my people til' we can live in harmony

I sacrificed so much for this rap game

Tryna make a name for myself stuck in the fast lane

When I was young, all I wanted was to be a little older

But now I'm grown I'm wishing that the days moved slower

I got so many questions in my head, bound to be depressed

Don't let the bastards bring you down

So stick your chest out

Put my neck on the line every time that I rhyme

And get the stress out

Stuck inside a sesh house for many years

Now I'm saving money instead of spending it all on my next ounce

I had to make a plan

Me and Chan took it up a level from sinning

Now we're winning coz we know we can

I'm getting stronger every day, tryna learn who I am

Whilst your sleeping I'm reaping to be a better man

Punishing my foes

Hellfire I burn em with internally, I'm coming for everything they owe

If there's one thing I know

It's that when I'm suffering that's the only time I grow

4am I'm running because demons are coming

Down hardest on those with the brightest colours

I'm all about living to the fullest

But we only progress when we suffer

Lad, I'm done being bad

It only gets me sad

Wanna be the dad that I never had

When I have my kids I don't wanna have

Nothing to set me back

Like these little slags looking for another bag

Or a fucking shag

Bitch your irrelevant

To my life and there's no room in this room for elephants

Hell with em', get rid

And even if it means I've gotta do an exorcism

Whilst your bedridden with a tens of izm

Repetitions of me in your head has got you forever smitten

Should have known better

But a clever kitten's not killed by curiosity, is it?

My love's infinite but can die in just a minute

If your not fully in it

Thought I'd be running back but never did it

Wicked like the devil, admit it

Sixes are trebled in digits

Bitches are making the hitlist

It's coz they're taking the biscuit