Teardrops

Overdose off the ovation Make a stand for the whole nation Dressing room like the Old Bailey 101 dogs and they ain't dalmatians Knock you down, take your money like a donation But why they think that was the morals we was all raised with? Screwface can't save faces They only saving graces At least it was saving papers But there ain't no safe haven If they can spray paint "Nigga" on Lebron James' crib That means a black card ain't shit when that's the shade your face is So basically, we're Kunta Kinte's in some Cuban links The Balenciaga's didn't blend us in We're here now, word to God's Gift They shoulda never let us in the game then And know I'll back my brothers 'til my last breath They left a Hennessy on the pavement Ever see me go on the pavement? Face on the floor, would you help a brother change his Circumstances hurt the hardest, ballers never made it Black pitch famous So east side like Mr fucking Avis You would never school me if I scoop up something famous And you won't catch me with Julie and the vaders Man, the real made us, man don't worry 'bout no paigons If you ain't got above 80, don't worry what my rate is You ain't fucking got the faintest Man don't show off, it's just to show the mandem they can make it Coming from the city where the slipperiest of snakes live Village has to raise its Young kings and queens to believe their greatness Fed up of police stations ID parading 'cause, well, I ain't be mistaken Just 'cause I lead the baiters While we sly, paedos raping Big man like you Brogues and a big boy black suit and a gangster platoon What's a man supposed to do? We have complained to the police about the police and nothing's been done We have complained to judges about judges and nothing's been done Now it is time to do something ourselves In love and war All is fair where I'm from The weak won't last A week in shoes like our ones When it rains it pours Hoodies all summer 'Cause teardrops from the sky Only seem to fall on you and I Used to do rates for Ingrid Wafer-thin envelope with eighty quids in I paid my dues now pay me plenty And me and Hollow on the phone talkin' So trade a verse, limited tax No way to swerve, too legit That's chrome paper berks in the crib, thanks No wasted, burnt energies, facts No haters, serve enemies, rats Go chased and cursed, devil-rigged crack Crack cocaine then turf penalties flat Old names, that curb legendary rash No chain but shit's still a G, lads No game or learnt chivalry snaps No faces burnt in the bees' mass Curate them, hurt infancy sad Those days concerned sisters be trapped Most days absurd, bigotry, black No days off, work literally, raps No way, that's verse liberty Shoebox memories Reebok workouts and dungarees We used to dream 'bout the most frivolous of things 'Til we bought the most ridiculous of rings Now we're just tryna keep our bredrin's out the bin Side talk, everyone's a guy until a guy walks in Louder, crabs in the barrel and survival ting We could all go clear, who taught us musical chairs? There's enough seats for everybody mate 'Til then, we can't reach nowhere, truss