Knocked Down (feat. Turt, Paya & Joe Beard)

Yeah, uh, get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground

Yeah, get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground

Ayo, I doubt that you'll ever understand me

All the way in on this and I ain't got a plan B

Running round in Hackney

This is where I came up

Yeah, the manor changed, to me it's all the same, bruv

Tryna get the change up

Stack a little paper

Spend a bit, save some for when the rainy day come

Fuck what they say, son, chat what they ain't done

Dem boy paigon, clash me, you must be mistaken

Still with my day ones, no way you can test us

I'm with my own ting, we don't watch what the rest does

They can't try finesse us, third eye open

Feet on the ground, hands to the sky hoping

I'm at peace, floating across this ocean

But don't rock the boat, you could get your nose broken

You know I ain't joking, them man must be smoking

Crack or the coke, it's just weed that I'm toking

Yeah, every time I try to get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground

Yeah, get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground

Two feet firm on the ground but I still trip up

Taking occasional L's, W's, never miss 'em

Brushing the dirt off of my shelves, I mean my shoulders, shit

To all the kids, remember respect your olders, bitch

Well, if I'm honest, that really and truly ain't an order

Take it from me, living inside the law is just kinda boring

I wasn't exactly a teen with a pint of water in my hand

More like a boy with a dream, a fluffy quarter and a plan

Ha, they'd probably laugh

That's the reason younger me was always hiding my bars

Plotting and scheming like the Evil Queen, Deville or Jafar

The only difference is I win in the end

Now let me tell you my friends, the non-believers never got to my head

Maybe I'll send 'em a message again

I'd be wasting my time

The true glory's when I'm skipping the line

And you get up to the front

And the bouncer decline, like

Yeah, uh, get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground

Yeah, get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground

Long week, still we can't stall

Bullshit weighing heavy, still the heart full

From the seeds to the trees, out the mud

Planting feet in the dirt with the love so we can't fall

Can't fall, yeah, the roots strong

Keep the glass half full where the fruit from

End of week, need a sleep and a break

Need to breathe, need a high, need to bake, need the zoot long

Zoot long, I need my money up

Run it up every minute that the sun is up

And when it's down, getting pounds, getting paid

Getting loud, getting raised in the South but I'm coming up

Coming up, I'm on the Eastside

A couple brothers, like minds, and the beat's nice

Nothing long, run a song late at night, sun is gone, still at work, up and down what it been like

Get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground

Yeah, get up, get knocked down

My whole life, that's the way it played out

Yeah, we came way too far to turn 'round

Two feet from the cradle to the ground