The Avenues

Don't be looking at my life and think this shits nice

I lost some real close friends in this shit life

Amro lost his life, he was playing 'round with flick knives

And when that happened, see Plato, part of him died

Tarrick rose up his strap, he didn't think right

But who can blame him? He just lost his little bro

And straight after that the feds locked him in a hole

All I know, it must have been impossible to cope

We was young, I was thirteen

A year after that is when I went and shot my first fiend

Used to get a ball for dirt cheap

Tarricks out in Egypt, 'bout to get married

Eight years down the line and I'm just hoping that he's happy

I'm glad that your once at peace

At age fifteen is when I really touched the street, I was moving bait

My mum found crack for the very last time

Now I'm living at my older's on a very hard grind

(Shotting out on costcutter like every last night)

Then you know the feds done went on the strip

Took Billy, Plato, Rido and Rengz for some shit

That was six years ago, I'm still sending them shit

Fast forward one year, the blocks on fire, 2011, ****, Ratz drops Messiah

These times I'm riding 'round with Mello, Skinz and Slicer

We was hitting licks, the same goes for Blacks, G Dotz and Grim

Stus, Bones, Moths and Chip, we all grew up from kids

Now we're seventeen, its active

I'm talking gunshots and stabbings

Plus there's bare straps 'round the man 'nem

I love all my G's, shout my ****, Ruggy

He showed love to the team

I made ten bags and got banned from the block

I was in country, I knew crack and the rock

So I got myself a phone and made it bang for the rock

Nowadays I spend a clean bag on a top

O-'12, I got a cunch phone serving packs, now I'm back up on the aves

Smoking weed and you know we're riding round strapped

Then bam, G Dotz died, I'm sitting in the can

The feds kicked my door off, their talking kinda mad

Talking 'bout some shit I did in Brikky with my gang

That was in O-'11

I got a two do one, now I'm doubled up with Mello wearing 221

Got shipped out of thames side for two, two scuffs

'Member sitting in my cell taking two, two puffs

Told myself I'd get this money, what d'you take me for?

I came home and chirrped the plug for eighteen of raw

And then I met Steve, he told me how to press yay

And then I met P's, now I'm trapped in a trap and I can't get free

All my brothers, bro, their missing got the zart feeling different

We're 'bout to bring it back for all of my ****

Now I sit here, I'm counting up all of these figures

Its like the feds just took all of the dingers

When they dipped my **** Hersey, it hurt me

But they dont want you in this country just cause you work, see

And he can't come back 'til he's somethin' like thirty

The pigs done him dirty, I miss all my ****

All my **** worthy