Midnight on Ilford Lane

Two phones ringin', that's three a day .44 in my right pocket, no DNA Five-day shootin', word, I shoulda got a VMA PP I been getting paid since EMA I had my back against the wall, I couldn't beat my case And I ain't rap rich, I'm gettin' legal aid Blind eyes could look at me and see my pain Talkin to Kevin up in heaven, look what we became I just know along the way I lost my way I just know that tables turn and people change I had to sit back for a second, just pree' the game I seen pussy's selling like it's midnight on Ilford Lane Meanwhile, real g's up the road, life goin' down the drain Shit it's such a fucking shame Now I'm lookin' at my daughter through this picture frame God let me go, I swear I'll never sell that shit again Who's eatin'? Where? Quick, let me fix a plate 'Cause rap ain't paying me back like when you tick your mate And now I'm getting sentenced when they fix a date Prayin' for a 6-8, praying it's a little late But, it's fucked how I just outgrew this place And I know I got that, "I would never do this" face All my goonish ways, troubled from my youthful days Make me have to roll with a shh incase Cah, I always gotta worry bout the payback Some punk that I roughed up way back You catch a stray shot, never lick a stray cat 'Cause that's a dumb case, I can't rate that The sky still grey black Cah my schoolfriends a cat And my dargs in a A-Cat And real love you can't replace that So pass the liquor, I don't chase that Shit In 016', I was Gucci with the face tatt' In my hood, my hood, like Ray BLK I'm something like Elvis in Graceland A man talk more than bitches, but never page man Still growing, I ain't the same man I used to be I'm tryna stick around and let my family get used to me I'm on the phone like, "tell the mandem build a booth for me" It don't excite me g, the road ain't new to me Jail ain't new to me Poverty and struggle ain't new to me Get rich or get recalled what it's due to be, truthfully And I got this suttin' on me like it's glued to me Certified, I don't need no young buck to shoot for me She wanna tatt' my name and have a yute for me She can suck a dick and roll a zoot for me And put this duffle bag in the boot for me No disrespect, but I can't miss these cheques And I can't miss my daughter, I fucking hate these feds So quick left, right, left And we don't we do red lights AB behind the wheel you know them feds got left Like somewhere on Barking Road We on the A13 just laughing loads And with these thoughts in my head I was in my cell sleeping in my clothes, 'cause my windows don't close And the drafts so cold But at least I got cold milk Wins and losses, I embrace both Shit I wish I had a pound for every day I spent Every tear I shed Every time I bled Banged up, what's good? It's dead Should be on stage instead I'm in a cage instead Should be love but it's hate instead And I done done the realest of things with the fakest friends I been trapping so long it ain't making sense So you better bring the butter if you're breaking bread And you better have fire if you burn this bridge Cah even mummy knows he made his bed When I was young I was easily led And I never had no peace in my head This a piece of my mind now Tell me what you see I see a G on the edge All alone in the seg' I get on my prayer mat and I beg God forgive my sins God protect my kin God who can I trust? Not her, not him God bless him if I ever got the work off him .38 spinner, two 9's on spin I fire colour from these phones like I'm paintballin'