Baby Away

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.