Sending the Signs

Sending the signs

Chorus

Your sending me the signs x 4

Fiends on these streets, Everyman for themselves tryna feed their appetite by all means. Wolverines that will X- men any lose bruddas, cowboys or police, a war zone disturbing the peace by rugrats using toys to rob keys, no chill when they let off the pumpy, plans to avoid this hell in one piece. As a self contained renegade that had moments overshadowed, masquerade

Living in a can, full of coke

Green leaf was the only cotch where the fiends could smoke

Paranoid of the po-po, for sure

Undies rolling up in a four by four

Ready to take off lock jaws

Coz we don’t whistle blow on our front doors

Chorus

Your sending me the signs x 4

Sw-9 millimetre

Made in this manor, an author

Never snitch but I told the truth when I barred on pirate radio or a cypher

Coz I was raised to never tell tales

Place grinders underneath or in cells

Rat traps, bomb shells

Any predicament that place me in real hell

Like bibles say you have one chance and to give all your knowledge plus talent that buns any envy that forces you quit

The going gets tough but it builds up your brinks, that why we read the signs and always take notes when we feel the heat up on this -

Grimey estates, neglect by the government frustrates

Deep learning, hard earning, still yearning but churning

Any peak times in our face

Coz it gets real sticky icky

The walking turn dead when it gets real busy

The Mac or the Millie

It gets really silly

That why my pen game on point

(I- see)

Chorus

Your sending me the signs x 4

It’s a hard knock life

Tested by these arrogant two face

Half heart spies

That love to use, any tactics, ruin what god brain stormed in this pipeline

That why gas yutes pocket knives

Bring terror to the streets like a purge night

No remorse, bye-bye

Then we have to roll up at a ni-ni

Mourning over a bless brudda

High prospects of becoming an ill figure

Now another tombstone engraved

Caused by another trigger happy waste of space

(What’s wrong with the pickneys of today)

No guidance produce criminal accolades

3 strikes, gun trades

Blessings to the most high I must say

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Your sending me the signs x 4

As revelations predicted

The last days have to expose this illness

Bad breed inflicted with hate

Chips on their shoulder encourage their dark ways

Vex or upset in this plague

London City a place where the manor at stake

That’s why I thank god for making me a lyrical passionist in each and every stage

Like bibles says you have one chance and to give all your knowledge plus talent that buns any envy that forces you quit

The going gets tough but it builds up your brinks, that why we read the signs and always take notes when we feel the heat up on this -

Shit