Life Is Pt. 2 - David Dallas

It’s you, me, him and her

Not talkin bout the Jigga track

All the work we put in we gonn' get it back

Gotta keep the faith now

That’s what it takes to carry on, easy to get caught up in the carry on

Built a little name now

I can check some baggage in

I don’t have to chuck up everything in carry on

It’s a long way down

Could say that I’m conservative, the bottom ain’t something that I’m flirting

with

Show me what you working with

Be clear that the top tier is the only thing that’s pertinent

If you don’t look like Lolo Jones hurdling

Don’t be surprised if my table is deserted when

You try to roll up

Just put the dough up

They pay to put my name on the wall, this ain’t a throw up

So can’t bribe me with liquor you can pour up

Name brand clothing or products, I’m fucken grown up

Just know my worth, it ain’t that my head blown up

They talk about exposure — I’m replyin with «so what?»

So come with cheques that’s bustin a student loan up

Or place a bet on the odds that I pick the phone up

Slim to none, I’m not needing no more of

The bullshit they feeding me

Got an eating disorder

Small talk repeatedly, I proceed to ignore them

The thoughts when i hear the beat — I just needa record em

Simple as it ever was

In an industry as fickle as it ever was

But can’t quit it’s probably easier to give up drugs

Then throw in the towel on doin some shit you love… and that’s the buzz

Off the beaten path, screamin free at last

Talkin bout history, when they don’t even see the past

On some future shit, hope my people stop worshippin the crucifix

And ask what’s the use of it, the truth of it

We had our own tales, own stories

Before some missionaries round the 1840's told us what it was

This is what it is, half sa kiwi bout my culture bout my fucken biz

Don’t tell me shit bout what place the holy spirit lives

They’re tryna rip off my people in the villages

Wish I could trip off the pills they had on 'Limitless'

And flip the script, get the pope out here to witness it

Feelin magnificent, they say I lack discipline

I’m like Quade Cooper, way I kick it’s mad different

This is significant, you can’t belittle it

Take your best shot like that pic you go on Tinder with

I’m not taking your loss, I’m not taking shit from nobody

I’m my own boss, grateful it’s no hobby

I don’t know God or whoever up there got me

This voice that can set it off properly, the tunes that’ll make em come watch me

Have em waitin in lobbys, just to get a flick with the boy it still shocks me

I’m just a half caste rapper outta South Aucks

A fucken comp sci grad sellin out tours

Had a little too much time not goin outdoors

Listenin to Death Row, 2pac and the Outlawz

Thought I was dime a dozen, but they ain’t found more

Still comin to grips with how long I’ve held it down for

Sheeeit, how long I’ve held the crown for

Big fish in a small pond I’ll take out Jaws

Apex predator of our shores, a lotta local dudes styles sounding outsourced

No wonder why their buzz quiet as a mouse for

I’m tryna put on shows worth leaving the house for

So you should think before you open up your mouth more

Sashimi chef everything that I put out’s raw