Have You Ever? Lyrics[Intro]
I don't ask for sympathy, I don't need sympathy
I just tell my story and that's how I deal with my pain
People love to talk without thinking
People are so quick to judge behaviour without acknowledging
What a person has been through or where it stems from
It's mad
But I know God is on my side
In this life, I will prosper
Majors (yo)
[Hook]
Have you ever lost the man of your house?
Have you had to be the man of your house?
Have you ever had to fly back home
Pick up a spade and put sand in the grave?
Have you had to be a dad to your siblings?
Have you had to be a spouse to your mother?
Have you ever had to sit and explain the meaning of death
To your brother?
[Verse 1]
They talk on my name that's fake
When they can't say a word to my face
Talk on your friend that's fake
Never upholding your word that's fake
I got the realest g's at my back
Bros over hoes better know about that
I put heart in my bars what do you know about art?
All I know is graft
They want you to blow 'til you actually do
I talk facts on the track I'm not actually rude
I stay true to myself, I'm a part of the few
Dem man talk on the net like Spartan
Still get put on the ground like tarmac (put on the ground)
I don't take pity, dem man nitties, my g's get litty
Long nights in the gym tryna self-medicate
In the ring share pain to be sane
They won't understand 'til they self-educate
It's always the people that know me the least
That talk the loudest s (always)
I got love for my friends that cover my back in my absence
We're the loudest yet
[Hook]
Have you ever lost the man of your house?
Have you had to be the man of your house?
Have you ever had to fly back home
Pick up a spade and put sand in the grave?
Have you had to be a dad to your siblings?
Have you had to be a spouse to your mother?
Have you ever had to sit and explain the meaning of death
To your brother?
[Verse 2]
Gyal love chat, gyal love chat
So I can't trust yats (can't)
Can't be fooled by the gyaldem love
I don't give love and I know that's sad
I talk with my chest I ain't tryna impress
I don't do what anyone says
It's fuck all of them and fuck all the rest
I really only care about my cheques (fuck dem)
I can never go soft for a woman
I ain't even soft for my marj
I stay strong for the fam
That's what I mean, it's the role of a man
I'm back with the energy, dem man jealous me
'Cause I flow like sauce with melody
I took my shot at the chic no Hennessy
She bad, she ebony
She got hot thighs like Nando's
Which of course I can handle
If a man moves fizzy, we can tango
If fruity, let the man go
Still mash work in the ring on a regs
Bums on floors and broken jaws
Fam I do it all year I'm in love with the sport
Everyday I have thoughts of my dad
Not a day goes by
Fam, you ever seen a grown man cry?
I cried to the Lord to bring him to life
I became the son of a widow at nineteen years
I soaked up my pillow with like ninety tears
I don't think this wound can heal
And my mind won't clear
[Hook]
Have you ever lost the man of your house?
Have you had to be the man of your house?
Have you ever had to fly back home
Pick up a spade and put sand in the grave?
Have you had to be a dad to your siblings?
Have you had to be a spouse to your mother?
Have you ever had to sit and explain the meaning of death
To your brother?
RIP Dad
