Too many chances I made I can't tear it Up now still nothing will tear us apart

You bruddas do most for money its Shaping our minds

And changing our past

How could you tell me you love me the Leave forget it I knew won't last

I'm keeping it private till permanent

I dont wanna know you

How feel in the heart

The guys that I know hold guns with Stacks so long to the shanks

In the park

So long if your guys try touch us

So long leave your man in the dark

So long to the guys that I used to chill With, bruddas who think their hard,

So long to the chicks that I used to kick With girls who think their ours

They tell me to change when I'm levelling up but I'm sorry that's jus who I am

We all cry when the hard time comes Sometime I freeze

When the real pain lands,

Some bruddas they make 10k from m Way kill for a next 10 grand,

Exchanging colours for all 4 colours to Sit in the palm of your hand

They come with all of their man with Masks like broski tell me what's good,

Who's that guy at the bus stop if that's My man pull up your hood

Cycle of the hood get tied to the hood

Then die for the hood.

Your bruddas they hit 10 bags and brag That ain't a surprise in my hood

This girl is peng but cares

Too much bout looks

This one here's she's nice and she's perfect, never in a party, hood ting but classy, looks make my heart beat,

I'm Ken she's a barbie,

You'll pull up with your army,

I'll pull up with 3 man

Different to the theory

We're gonna win clearly

It's a movie not a series

It's gonna end shortly

The pain from your shorty

Will hurt till your 4

Thats what they taught me

Never fall in love cos loves

Worse than a drug,

And always be careful cos

It starts with a hug,

We never know half of the time if all of you lie cos of all of the spuds,

I'll never shake hands with a brudda that I don't call cuz

Cos I don't see none

Of your love or trust

I miss my bruddas that I don't see a lot cos of circumstances

That can't be stopped

I can't be stopped

The ends are a lot

Get caught in a shop

Mum was stressed it's way too much

I would end up in cuffs

Like way too much

She's still got all the pain from love

And more pain came

When she found my dust

If I could go back and change

What I done

Yeah most would go leave

Some untouched

You learn and laugh

Burn the past

My past just heart my heart

I got 30 years inside my head

But 15 on a card

It's not accidental but essential if you mess up here they sending bruddas

To your yard

Yeah, 3 or 4 instrumental percussions Could cause a concussion

This drummer ain't related to guitars

All the governmental choices tearing

All the kids apart

I was 13 looking for a father figure

Thats a supplemental heart

We got supplements my darg

Are you copping it my darg

She wanna know about my past so

Here's a little story

Father and son what a crazy connection I heard

I guess everything's a blessing I heard

We never really used to chat until recently I felt what the rest

Of them heard

It's so different to the rest of the hurt I'm so different to the rest of the herd

Life's like a herd have you heard?

You won't hear over the sheep's Rubbish but the big dogs always

Get better things first

Trust me I know I've heard

All of your complains

The pain led to popping percs

He says he's fucking hurt

He never does work

But he still likes to learn

Well this is what happens when you Mix an independent brudda

With a system that don't work

(Yeah) She says that I air her all the Time but it's a systematic curve

I can't hold it back I see you then

It's automatic words

Does this automatic work?

Well it's automatic duh

It's easy saying money doesn't matter When you got it all

Why you going on tracks saying

Your unstoppable

Why you going off track brudda

Keep it topical

All of this half hearted

Road beef is nonsense

I don't want no problems

Unless it's in context

Then it get complex

The guys that I know hold guns with stacks so long to the shanks

In the park

So long if your guys try touch us

So long leave your man in the dark

So long to the guys that I used to chill With, bruddas who think their hard

So long to the chicks that I used to kick With girls who think their ours