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Lydon lived on the road up there
Jordan lived on the road down there
TY lived over there
So don't ask, I never chose my peers
Our mum's moved over and growed us here
Ask them if they beef me
That's a passa that they won't declare
Or if they do
I bet they say it and pray no-one hears
Cah they know what I'm like
I pull up over there, pull out two burners
Tell my soldier "here"
I'm used to these gunshots
I don't hold my ears
Rapper Now!
Trapping was my old career
I ran miles up on that push bike with the broken gear
2016, that was the coldest year
Plus the Cartier frames just had my brother dropping frozen tears
I got bigger and the world got littler
Life got uglier
But girls got prettier
I got my first gun and I felt like militia
Coz I got rich and everybody's smell got fishier
Gang member!
That bird could have broke my back
But I ain't no back-bender
Said I'm a bad boy
Now they're thinking that I'm transgender
17 Going under - The jumper, Sam Fender
All them years merged in to one
I call it Jan-Tember
All them years merged into one
I call it Feb-Tober
I brought the wap into my crib
And then it slept over
I realised, I cried less now that I get older
I don't know if I'm used to it or I just get colder
Sober
Just staring at my reflection
High sentence
So I'm stuck on their lifers section
Sipping tea out a blue cup
With my lifer bredrin
Compared to what you got
My 13 is a minor sentence
Yeah
I told this ting I fly birds
Now she thinks I'm a flight attendant
Home girl left me on read
I just find the next thing
She ain't even my type anyway
That's a light rejection
In-house, drama in my hood.
You can slice the tension
I ride on the same boy that I used to ride detention with
John Wick steps in the room
And they hide their necklaces
Point ones
Cut them accurate
I'm a dice perfectionist
48 Laws
But I haven't read Pride and Prejudice
If I ain't got the get back
Don't worry
There's time to settle it
I put that on the pen I used to bar and write my letters with
I'm just a drug dealer
Why they treat me? Like I'm a terrorist!?
Still
I need me another thingy
I speak Swahili to my mum – Unafanya Nini!?
They shipped my boy to Lagos Town from London City
I'll drop game on Ms. Priti Patel
Like, "you're fucking pretty"
Then try and get a pattern for my boy and a rubber dinghy
Yeah
We gotta swim over tough waters
Summertime in prison had this nigga like fuck August
Cutting from these feds
The only time that I cut corners
Cutting down these zeds
The only time that I cut corners
Cutting off these girls
Then seeing them and it's just awkward
I told the man-dem, no backward steps
We must forward
I pray we have beautiful sons and buff daughters
You owe me money
Just don't do it the loser way
Doin't make me make the killies bully a youte today
Don't overthink it lil nigg
Don't ruminate
Just hit my phone
We'll sort it out
We'll communicate
This road things weird
There's no code in it
Niggas snitch, I'm so over it
I keep my stick, I'll grow old with it
200 quid, I don't post with it
I wrote this hit when I was just sat inside that jail cell
Vaping away
Midday dreaming on my greatest escape
Three way with: Me, Geeky and Playboy today
Said that I got nine months to go
I'm just a baby away.
Now I'm here
And you're there.
What you saying?
You lot scared?
Next beat man. Let me annihilate this. I gotta bounce.
Writer(s): Catch
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