Charge It by Migraine Mowgli
“Charge It” is about taking the wins and losses that come with life and turning them into lessons. Built on a hard-hitting beat that matches the grit of Manchester, the track balances sharp lyricism with raw honesty—showing that every setback is just part of the bigger climb. It’s not just a song, it’s a mantra: whatever happens, you charge it to the game and keep moving.”
Tracklist
| 1. | Charge It | 3:44 |
Lyrics
Started this journey with true intentions
I win you win that’s the motto
Some people cant see past today no reflection, live in the present
I only think of tomorrow
Expecting hand outs like I work in the grotto
I’ll lend a hand I won’t borrow,
For them to tell me that I owe them some that brings me sorrow
This RTB ting feels like winning the Lotto
Don’t mean it ain’t hard yo
Behind the scenes it gets dark bro
See me on stage it’s smiles and jokes
Im just living show to show.. what a show yo
Give a fuck about IOUs or I told you I just wanted more for you
They fill my cup and my first instinct is to pour for you
Buts it’s poor you when they draw for you and it’s fuck me when the past keeps haunting you
All of these people adoring you
Pimps disguised as industry figures and they whoring you
I’m just a boring yout
Way too reflective I get it but we was paving a path for all of you
Just wanna rip it all up won’t take no calls for you wont take no calls from you, I hope you make it,
And I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
All of this pain problems gained
Charge it to the game
And I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
All of this pain problems gained
Charge it to the game
So I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
All of this pain problems gained
Charge it to the game
So I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
Charge it charge it
I can’t lie I heard him send for me and I wanted to knock his head off
Thought he would’ve been the guy to provide the plate that we break bread off
But when it got tough we got going and they got dead off
We start popping,
Try to force themselves in the picture we get cropping
Too many dingers I hopped in
Too many fingers on keys when they never locked in
If it ain’t diligent I don’t wanna hear that nonsense
I don’t wanna see them optics
I don’t wanna breathe that oxygen
Started pure, bit of clout, sees the rot set in
Call me Rick cos the walking dead keep following me
They should be following paths to help them achieve their dreams
Me? Way too clean, they got a dirty rap sheet, they got enemies and I got haters, that’s the difference when your mind stays free
Spreading lies and rumours
I could die on this hill and just write like a shooter
But I stay between the lines I drew for myself but there might be bloopers - I ain’t perfect
Also I ain’t seen the worst yet
Dipped my toe in the industry and I already feel like a war vet
Lock my thoughts in my war chest
And I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
All of this pain problems gained
Charge it to the game
So I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
All of this pain problems gained
Charge it to the game
So I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
All of this pain problems gained
Charge it to the game
So I tell myself
Charge it to the game
Charge it charge it
Charge it charge it
Credits
Whos Zeph on Production
Diligent Fingers onf the engineering
License
All rights reserved.
Migraine Mowgli is a Manny-born rapper whose pen bleeds introspection, honesty, and hunger.
Carving out his own space in a scene full of noise, he moves between raw vulnerability and razor-sharp conviction. His sound blends jazzy, soulful textures with drill-influenced grit—grounded in community and culture.
If you’re looking for realness, perspective, and penmanship with purpose—this is it.