Verse One I wanted to bust, but never made the circle of trust In a crew as an I cos it was never an us 12 Stone, I can’t forget the things I was shown Even though I felt alone and left me out in the cold Had to leave and try and do this thing on my own And it worked, cos soon enough I started to blow Airplay on radio getting requests for a show Took it to the next level and by 20 years old Had released 2 albums and I’d won a MOBO yo What do you expect? What can you say? I felt the very same way of the entire UK And refused to play a part of this ridiculous game To criticize and judge a rapper on the way that he spray If the way that he spray doesn’t amount to the same As the way that I spray but that’s the choice that he made It’s no reason to get on stage and try and call him a fake But I take that bad energy and make it my fuel To take me to my destination middle finger to you See this aint no classroom and I aint stuck in a school So nobody aint gonna try and make me follow they rules Especially when they never done the things that I do And I wouldn’t let em’ stop me think about it would you? So I gotta do the many things I did on my own But son, what did you expect? You left me alone
Chorus What do you expect? You left me here alone [and now they can’t believe it] What do you expect? You left me here alone [they really can’t believe it] What do you expect? You left me here alone
Verse Two Paid my dues cos everyday I had to make moves And had to listen when I heard em’ say you snooze and you lose And be prepared to be the only one who stepped in my shoes An album every year or maybe there’s two But when I see these other rappers they got nothing that’s new Aint no need for fabrication I am telling the truth Sometimes I get the feeling I was out on a ledge They shut the window and they left me out there freezing to death On the edge but yo I am a baker of bread So I knew how to survive turn it around on its head Turning nothing into something never fall but instead Be the kind of rapper on the stage who’s breaking a leg So when I feel on the outside, maybe that’s a great thing Maybe that’ll stop my head from over inflating Maybe it can justify the time that I’ve been waiting Or maybe it can teach me how to exercise patience Or maybe it was Nathan, nada complete Zippo Or maybe I was meant to cause a splash and not a ripple Maybe I’mma stampede while other rappers tip-toe Already made money so my motto’s not8 to get doe Already made an album plus already made a sequel They should of took me in they’re circle And stopped me from the inside, I doubt it would of worked though And now I sit with a smirk yo, singing