Baby Away

Lydon lived on the road up there

Jordan lived on the road down there

TY lived over there

So don't ask, I never chose my peers

Our mum's moved over and growed us here

Ask them if they beef me

That's a passa that they won't declare

Or if they do

I bet they say it and pray no-one hears

Cah they know what I'm like

I pull up over there, pull out two burners

Tell my soldier "here"

I'm used to these gunshots

I don't hold my ears

Rapper Now!

Trapping was my old career

I ran miles up on that push bike with the broken gear

2016, that was the coldest year

Plus the Cartier frames just had my brother dropping frozen tears

I got bigger and the world got littler

Life got uglier

But girls got prettier

I got my first gun and I felt like militia

Coz I got rich and everybody's smell got fishier

Gang member!

That bird could have broke my back

But I ain't no back-bender

Said I'm a bad boy

Now they're thinking that I'm transgender

17 Going under - The jumper, Sam Fender

All them years merged in to one

I call it Jan-Tember

All them years merged into one

I call it Feb-Tober

I brought the wap into my crib

And then it slept over

I realised, I cried less now that I get older

I don't know if I'm used to it or I just get colder

Sober

Just staring at my reflection

High sentence

So I'm stuck on their lifers section

Sipping tea out a blue cup

With my lifer bredrin

Compared to what you got

My 13 is a minor sentence

Yeah

I told this ting I fly birds

Now she thinks I'm a flight attendant

Home girl left me on read

I just find the next thing

She ain't even my type anyway

That's a light rejection

In-house, drama in my hood.

You can slice the tension

I ride on the same boy that I used to ride detention with

John Wick steps in the room

And they hide their necklaces

Point ones

Cut them accurate

I'm a dice perfectionist

48 Laws

But I haven't read Pride and Prejudice

If I ain't got the get back

Don't worry

There's time to settle it

I put that on the pen I used to bar and write my letters with

I'm just a drug dealer

Why they treat me? Like I'm a terrorist!?

Still

I need me another thingy

I speak Swahili to my mum – Unafanya Nini!?

They shipped my boy to Lagos Town from London City

I'll drop game on Ms. Priti Patel

Like, "you're fucking pretty"

Then try and get a pattern for my boy and a rubber dinghy

Yeah

We gotta swim over tough waters

Summertime in prison had this **** like fuck August

Cutting from these feds

The only time that I cut corners

Cutting down these zeds

The only time that I cut corners

Cutting off these girls

Then seeing them and it's just awkward

I told the man-dem, no backward steps

We must forward

I pray we have beautiful sons and buff daughters

You owe me money

Just don't do it the loser way

Doin't make me make the killies bully a youte today

Don't overthink it lil nigg

Don't ruminate

Just hit my phone

We'll sort it out

We'll communicate

This road things weird

There's no code in it

**** snitch, I'm so over it

I keep my stick, I'll grow old with it

200 quid, I don't post with it

I wrote this hit when I was just sat inside that jail cell

Vaping away

Midday dreaming on my greatest escape

Three way with: Me, Geeky and Playboy today

Said that I got nine months to go

I'm just a baby away.

Now I'm here

And you're there.

What you saying?

You lot scared?

Next beat man. Let me annihilate this. I gotta bounce.