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Blank Sheet is available to stream now: http://GRM.lnk.to/BlankSheet Follow Teks Sinatra to keep up to date: Instagram:   / teks_sinatra   Twitter:   / teks_sinatra   Lyrics: I pray my mum won’t ever have to bury me And if I go, I pray it’s never out of jealousy I pray it’s not a friend and it’s an enemy Cos I don’t want familiarity to be the death of me I pray my brothers win and I’m around to see And if it’s my turn I pray that they’re around for me I pray they only look at me for me, I swear I don’t need no n*ggas looking through me, looking out for me This games ments, and even though I never got it thought it’d makes sense Like ain’t no way them n*ggas really being fake friends I must’ve missed a conversation or their statements Hard f**king pill to swallow but I faced it Cos everything’s a scam, everyone’s your brother till it really hit the fan And I don’t see the difference from these junkies and these yutes Cos both sides will sell their f**king morals for the gram Ended with a blank sheet and started with a plan Cos when you realise you know nothing’s when you really understand They don’t know your moves if they don’t know where you stand Gotta chop off both your legs just to keep the upper hand Damn, told my brother wish I listened in school I used to think I’d make the league but weren’t the sickest at ball I never spoke about my dreams, I was surrounded by killers Head shot the only way a n*gga spilling his thoughts Double dribbled couple times cos I was skipping the court I was dying to live that had me living a fool Criminal but all my women had degrees I promise I had teachers phoning home like I was skipping their school Tell the truth my biggest fear is going back from legit So I can’t buss down the chain until I’m stupidly rich And I can’t beef with rappers after views and some clicks I never got that bit at first but now I’m used to this s**t My time it’s not worth Label or the streets guaranteed he’s getting dropped first Dargy I ain’t rich but I know I been a lot worse Coppers in my pocket like I’m going through a stop search Them n*ggas love to talk, show hella gums I really wish your brain was as busy as your tongue If I tell my hitta get em, I promised he’ll get done Dealing with this pressure, chaotic it’s never fun Sorry for the times you can’t get to me on my phone My mother’s losing faith, I hear it just through her tone So I really got the time to speak Raising hell just to try and find the peace