Trapped in the Slums

Oh, oh

Ri-right off beast, hardest in the streets

Yeah, oh-oh, yeah

Armed bags, outburst for fun

Snatch cash in a mask and run

Trapped in slums, daft and young

Deep breathing in a car with guns

Smoking fucking with my heart and lungs (yeah)

They got charged and sung

I got charged and hung, bagged and slung (yeah)

I broke a heart this summer (oh, oh)

Harsh, how I done her, I'm a heartless fucker (oh)

That's why it's hard to love her (hard to love her)

I'm emotionally scared my brother

Her dad was a robber so she knows the script

Been there when shit happens, watch me blow my stick

Any man disrespect's, I'll smoke the prick

Feel safe when she's with me and she told me this (oh)

Worries every time I'm out in stolen whips (oh-oh)

See's the chopper out, phone's me quick (oh)

Please come home and chill

How the fuck do I tell her I'm on the road to kill?

About to make it off music, still rolling ill

Got intrusive thoughts girl, l know I'm ill

(I know I'm ill) I know I'm ill

I never told you what they was they give you loads of chills

But if I told you what they was they'd give me loads of pills (oh)

I need a blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous chick (oh)

Heart like Dianna, voice like Georgie Smith (oh)

'Cause never tell a girl what Jordan did

I was a torture kid as I tortured kids (yeah, I tortured kids)

Armed bags, outburst for fun (yeah)

Snatch cash in a mask and run

Trapped in slums, daft and young

Deep breathing in a car with guns (oh)

Smoking fucking with my heart and lungs (oh)

They got charged and sung

I got charged and hung, bagged and slung

I ain't been in the paper for busting lips (yeah)

Front page headline, busting clips

Ask the gang unit how many drums we lit

5-0 running in my mums with sticks

Dragged my bird outta bed, nicked my chick (oh)

Handcuffed all the way down the Swinton nick (oh)

No comment bro I never said shit

Put my city on the map, I got my city on my back

City full of mad men, grenades and mac

Rat's and slag's that will stab you in the back

Fell through the cracks, can tell you 'bout that? (Yeah)

Fucked every chick on the party scene

Seven gram lines bro, I'm Charlie Sheen (oh)

While you're sitting in the car with lean (oh)

I'll put something in your car bro, your car will lean (oh)

Like my little bro at how you mean

Send him right now and he will bark machines

Sal fords a total, there's plater's, revolvers

Kids are soldiers shooting at the order's

Fine girls and now, lame dealers and smokers

Armed bags, outburst for fun

Snatch cash in a mask and run

Trapped in slums, daft and young

Deep breathing in a car with guns

Smoking fucking with my heart and lungs

They got charged and sung

I got charged and hung, bagged and slung (bagged and slung)

Ri-right off beast, hardest in the streets