Brockley Greens (feat. Name UL & Nauti)

Unified collaboration divine that realness,

I know y’all heard it through the vine concealed with,

tales from afar we raise the bar so you feel this.

Sounds so heavenly

Underground far from the hills of beverly,

from the gutter boy stunt and it’s your girl I be pedalling,

like the neighbour hood bike, or the neighbour trike,

that means she need a friend with her since she claiming that she dike

I’m finna share my brain with her, give her that food for thought tonight

then back to my tinny tin, high from the smoke be blocking out all opinions,

who gives a fuck we all in this endless continuum,

So,

Fuck a milly is you stupid

mind on a trillion,

game oh so putrid,

though it’s the green that placed all the fire in my chest,

I thank you for that now to the left.

Reminiscing on summer kissing the water blue,

ice cream drip between fingers sticky tryna call on you.

Sand in my jeans I, playing out TI,

bumping live your life its been a minute since you seen mine.

I see you living less,

barely coping what a test,

slipping of the railing daily vices take me when I’m stressed.

Little rest,

and your absence made me colder,

truet dissipated grew the weight up on my shoulder.

Browse the folder like an accident,

captured packs of happiness,

laughing unaware of all these cameras.

But nah I hate photos,

especially if they solo,

they going up on socials I been vocal till I realise

The permanence in real lives,

don’t care how much you changing,

we ain’t never breaking family ties.

Until the day I die, my acceptance gone be paramount and checking my perspective on the the simple things I care about.

So Im clearing out the old packs,

I’m talking 4 stacks of our story going back,

around the world to the start dont depart yet,

know its far fetched still waiting on this park bench.

Fuck his story and fuck your opinion,

the powers in your hands bless the time we be living in,

if there is trouble in paradise best believe we ain’t giving in,

if you ready to roll your dice we might actually see an end.

It’s world peace over everything,

my people ain’t stand for shit that why they fall for everything,

lack of education may as well be a sickness,

even though we were disregarded like discus.

Found a blessing in disguise rise of the misfits,

truth be cryptic,

lie’s stick like lipstick, shit.

Maybe we into deep,

cause all of our content way to steep for the beat,

in case they try and get me whacked I’m gone need a receipt,

cause my soul ain’t there’s to keep, this road is cheap n***a.

Ayo we move smooth on them, like Ab-Soul said n***a I got news on them (x2)