Lyrics
Let's go
Two and a half years, I'm home
Just stop
Fresh home
Look, I had to brush my teeth and wash my plate in the same sink
Never had a key to my door, you be in a basin
Shipped out of London
I'm surrounded by some racists
Never over-friendly
I don't know what being a rapist, that's HMP
Is your glass half full or is it half empty?
For 30 months was enough and some forgot about me
Times I've never got a call, I'm on the wing
Where they're rubbing a Peter to pay pool
See the jailhouse, never been lovely
If you ain't got your freedom, brother, tell me
How the hell are you comfy?
I hit the trap, I hit the spot at nine
Hell, trap was using cups and putting balls on my scales
Big weight could have caught me a beamer
I'm in love with the grind
Have a daughter, I'm a caller to Nita
250, I'm weighing a Nina
It's money or it's pain anytime they hear me on the speaker
Fucking hell, but I remember being up in jail
All them men them on a Sunday visit
Gone to go fuck their girls and shit
All my ****
Be gone to go check their missus
My **** come, she was gone
Never even come check him, blood
Man's giving him christened drinks like he's fucking poor
Man got back to the wing, phoned his girl
She never even answered the phone
I ain't doing fraud, boy, get it correct
The only thing that's 419, be the price of these creps
The footbag for the re-up, fill it up with baguettes
Ten bricks in a day, that's the personal best
You know the streets took a hold of me
Joe was a home for me
Shit me out to Brixton, sent my brother cold on me
Rapping and I'm chapping, man, of course they're gonna notice me
They play me on the wing, they gotta think what is poetry
Tryna be the odds for the years that I was locked
So I'm steady on that ladder, I'ma make it to the top
Going up, big socket, I got four different plugs, how much
Scrape the bowl, put his weight in them crumbs, ain't cool
I ain't there, but my food's up in cunts
Tryna expand the brand, blow it up like a pump, blow it up
Put him on, so I might run, Forrest Gump
That's a small L, I don't give a fuck like a nun
How the fuck a man try to fuck up the pattern, blood?
Bells all going off on the wing, everybody's got a banger
I didn't even fucking get to pattern up my star, dog
All my am, you're my hash
I remember putting a fucking broom out my window
Telling Avery on the ones, I'm on the threes
Yo, fish that shit in
Send me my packs, the bell rang, I didn't get to re-up
Yo, listen
Whipping up this yolo, I'ma stir it like it's porridge
Give it 21 seconds, I'ma have it so solid, like a crew
If it's money, I'll chase it like Sean Wallace, tell them why
I was locked, telling screws, check my nomis, give it more
Prison graze, ain't no pockets in these bottoms
And that cell that I just left, was older than Doc Cotton, were you fine?
I found a love, and then I found this last prophet
I just pray my sins forgotten, when I reach my day of judgment
Got bricks in a suitcase, different type of luggage
When a judge told me five, I had to hug it
Cleaner on the wing, pitching me with a mop and a bucket
Horny for the streets, and my girl
I told them both that I'm coming
Big Docs always had a clean heart, they caught me off guard
I got a restart, pissed
Man, I almost done a thousand nights
I came home, and I'm still that guy
Only the strongest survive
But I swear it down, it come like scrubs, don't even like me
But I remember coming back there on like my third run
My **** boss, man, Marty, said don't even paint that and hold that
I'm there fucking ranging, I'm on the fours these times
I got spun
Like a weekend, they found the mash
But my celly wasn't fucking, deportees getting deported
You know, so he took that charge easy
These brothers ain't on his line, like they're living at large
Probably why he's back to fronting, like he's reading the Quran
Diamonds do it for me, I ain't even got a dance
Chain gold, something like the bottle laying in my palms
My old chick didn't understand me, I can't be tough
I still got her in my ear, she's a cotton butt
I love the streets, I love the plug
I came home, now be crisp, that's a monster much
Heard my old bruise
Missed me, cause we had great sex
Like a roll, he had to tell her, we can't date just yet
Done my time, I ain't snitch, I ain't break, no sweat
See the hate in the air, that ain't a bird or a jet
Last time I saw a brick, it was O-A-E-N
And I ain't been home a week, check what bro gave me
See a lifestyle like mine, fam, it don't come cheap
I heard them man are washed up, there's some O-A-P's
I'm a girl, you know
Maybe you know
I'm a girl, you know
Maybe you know
Give me a day
Give me, give me tonight
