歌词
You can call my phone anytime you feel alone Make the right person at the wrong time
I've been looked deep in the streets I know I'm too involved
Not my fault, you ain't seen my face in long time
Would I take it back? All the things I did Trapped it from a kid, jewels
And I can't forget them licks Only thing I take back is them pricks
That I done that with Taught my n***a how to whip
He said I never taught him shit Turned his back on me, believe for him
I try slap off wigs Never said I'm proud of that
Thank God mum never caught the pigs In my bed there's a loaded stick
One in her head filled clip Thinking back the longest trip
With dirty drugs I feel the whip Darling would you wait for me?
Like I would wait for you Stay awake and pray for me
It's 2am, I'm holding food I got my flicky too
Just in case I see them youths Praying that I make it through
I've done shit that you'll never do Blood on my hands, it started dripping on my shoes
If I had a choice like you This life I'd never choose
600 pebbles in my pocket I was moving loose
I went to jail, my n***a snake me That had me confused
Almost caught a body From my other n***a, fuck you too
When you're tryna leave this life Behind the devil gets to you
Sitting in your cell Not getting letters
No one's phoning you You're tryna leave this life
Behind the devil's holding you Running up in bandos
First thing I said is tell the truth And if he didn't
There's a chance that I'll be seeing screws Faces on the news
Nobody wins, we all lose I need a girl that's real
Not one that just looks cute Six in my hammer but
All it takes is one or two Bad bitches pop in my putt area
Then they call me rude You might be sexy
But it's type of man ain't into you I need some space darling
I just need some interlude Talking to my n***a Brian
Thinking why's he not replying Car crash, my n***a died
And when I heard you must be lying Life's too short for this
I went to war for this Get a shot, he's short on it
This life, I'm getting bored of this Whoever thought that life would be like this
Walking in my mum's crib different Guns on my hip
If I could go back in time I'll never take back things I did
I see these n****s linking girls I trapped and saved up 50 quid
Written by: Tyrease Sigfrid Gilbert