Medals & Plaques ft. Fiac Lyrics

See I've been thinking when I needed help

Look into a mirror couldn't see myself

What's the thoughts of a winner? you couldn't even tell

I could tell you from beginner I was never well

Sick minded

I flip hybrids

I'm Still grinding

I'm Still working

And when it comes to the throne

I'm the work king

Every day I'm still growing still learning

I'm really tryna make it work

Cause I know what I deserve

I'm just waiting for my turn

I roll it up and let it burn

Growing up it weren't easy

That shit makes you learn

Man of the house still I make what I earn

Trap with an ounce still pebble the dirt

I been sat in the clouds looking down on the earth

I'm from Braddy we're they're aggy you'll get put in a herse

I just hop out the ride and ski

Then I pop out the violent me

And now they got their eyes on me

I got that Tyson speed

The way I ride on beats

I don't rely on peeps

Keep my mind on Ps

I went blind to the streets

I keep my mind on Ps

I went blind to the streets

I'm feeling better than ever before

I had to go legit there no more breaking the law

Put the whisky on rocks then I'm necking it pure

Swear it's risky at the top but I'll still get the applause

Told em it's about time

I been stuck on cloud nine

Life's been like a series I'm not talking bout prime

If you ain't lived it, you ain't seen it you don't know about my mine

Said you don't know about mine

And I always keep my heart up on my sleeve

I know from young that I had things to achieve

And when I lost faith

I knew I had to believe

I'm a man to go and give

Not a guy to receive

From young and early

I was underestimated

Only the day ones rated

Rest all hated

I had to change to the shades kid

Now the shadows on my back I'm elevated

Some days I smile other days I frown

I'm just tryna eight mile so I can change my route

Started in the streets to try and make some pounds

Slowly made some sheets and I couldn't stay around

Album dropped I got them listening now

With a pen and a pad I went and figured it out

And now I'm winning the crowd

It's how I'm living it now

I need my medals and my plagues

Now they're bringing em out

Medals plaques accolades

Victory's sweet with an aftertaste

Them man walking in the streets with a masquerade

They all talking cheap and exaggerate

I swear I'm bringing them out

Still I mopped up

When I've been in a drought

I got it locked up

And I'm giving it out

and every time I rock up

I got a spliff in my mouth

Ya get me

Them man coming at me

They ain't necessary

I don't even check the tone

But it's getting messy

Do not disturb

It's Airplane mode

When I'm smoking this purp

These man talking mute

They don't raise no alarms

These man are all drip

I ain't talking bout garms

I got this game on grip

I see the ting in my palms

One day you'll look up

And see me with the stars

Fuck the money and the fame

I do this for the art

Fuck the drum in the beat

We just need a guitar

And some keys anything to flip to get ps

If I want it then it's Fi's

Fuck a dollar in a dream

It's Your wallet and your keys

Yeah!

Ya get me

It's Filthy Free