Black on Black

Kicking down doors, I'm taking cause

Can't be a slave for minimum wage

Now I'm tryna be paid, so I'm craving more

Youths in the nighttime

Mum said she worried about knife crime

Hood superstars being paid though

Trap stars, F stars, labels

Got a pattern home like game on

My boss man was sending P's back home

From others of the age of April

Fuck a beef on a house code

You don't own the land, that's a wasted space

Come as one and we stick it to the man

Black on black, that's facts

But I only wanna know about business

Legit shit, man, we give things

If you had to jug a hun jugga

I don't know about witness

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Flats on flats, that's stacks

Racks on bags, that's gang

Black on black, that's plans

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Flats on flats, that's stacks

Racks on bags, that's gang

Black on black, that's plans

Pay attention to the trend that you circle

Life is a loop, but we change, and we age too

22 years I've been here, feel like I know shit

I don't know shit

Events from my past had my soul split

Side to the ground where I found her

Then I had to mould it

How can we out for me

That's the truth

Skip breakfast so I ate in the booth

No flash on me, but I'm paid when I shoot

Tell my young ones, be humble

I promise that our day's coming soon

Never liked the gods so I prayed to the moon

Didn't have to bang, but I'm saved for the groons

Living like ants and no space where we bloom

Put down the weed, now I'm taking the 'shrooms

Day's coming soon, day's coming soon

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Flats on flats, that's stacks

Racks on bags, that's gang

Black on black, that's plans

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Flats on flats, that's stacks

Racks on bags, that's gang

Black on black, that's plans

Racks on bags, that's gang

Black on blacks, that's plans

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Coolie, bad girl Bratz

Gold hoops, rings and plaits from the flats

With the mandem trap

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Coolie, bad girl Bratz

Gold hoops, rings and plaits from the flats

With his cats and chavs

Odds been stacked on man

Skills that I broke, bad dams

Still screw pigs in vans

Still get lid with grams

Still we'll drift and jabs

Stick some whips and nanks

Won't be a legacy

Different plan, I'm a different man

And take this instant plan

Link up, build up brands

For-for when to sinks and cabs

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Flats on flats, that's stacks

Racks on bags, that's gang

Black on black, that's plans

Black on black, that's fam

Windrush, grandad's clan

Flats on flats, that's stacks

Racks on bags, that's gang

Black on black, that's plans