Spill some juice KA
Look, yo
In the hood I'm from you get in what you put out
If my block was a girl I'd fuck her raw and never pull out
That's how I used to feel when I was younger than I am now
They phoned me for the waps, but I used to be a lookout
Here's a chapter from my life before music and CLA
On bail for some dumb shit, doing dumb shit whilst praying that I beat the case
In the streets, I swear there's not an easy way
I started drug selling, kitchen knife steppin' everyday
I'm from the six but I spent most of my time in one-five on Vartry Road
Outside, that's mostly where I done crime
Started off on tours, 'cause I never had car
Used to consign, I never had enough to pay the charge
Varty's just a one minute walk from where I live
So when the fiends hit me for some smoke, they know I'm coming quick
Never ever lacking, you should know just what I'm coming with
My dubs in the blue, my booj is in the red, my packs, sitting on the fence
Blood and Crips, used to make them wait outside the hostel not the church
I ain't mixing all this Class A with gospel
All this shit I've seen on Vartry Road I promise you I could've wrote a book about it
I'ma write a song without hook about it
I hit my first sale on Vartry Road
My first fed chase in a hoopty was on Vartry Road
The first time I stabbed suttin' was on Vartry Road
The first time I let Marnie drive was on Vartry Road
Two sticks in the ride, I've done that bare times
But the first time I ever did was on Vartry Road
From my bedroom, I can see Vartry Road
And Vartry Road can see me, I could've put Vartry Road on TV
That weren't love, I always knew Vartry didn't need me
But played a big part on my CV
Cassie used to phone me four times a day, easy
And each time she's coming with thirty pounds, so if she wants a free one
She ain't gotta say please, I shoved it in his face below his cheekbone
That's probably why he hates me
Took time off the block to get my P's up
I can't be in the streets with no money for a heater
I swear there was times I had no money for a pizza
Had to make a change, my line bein' twenty fours, it's really how I made my name
Started getting better B, and that's when the paper came
I'm back, in my hood, now I got my ride and they can see my phone ring
Three days for my reup, two more and that's the whole thing
I never had, two plaids, I had me a low trim
With no sleep fuck dreaming bout money I'll just
Wake up when they phone me, take a nap till they phone again
Vartry's where princess offered sex for a couple pebs
I want money, I ain't stressed about getting in between her legs
If Tony takes Michael's stones, he's gonna call me all depressed
Like, "Help me out, and when I get paid, I'll give you all the rest"
Yo, I got my first tattoo on V road
I was underage but of age to stick to the G code
I got the quote, "Only God can judge me", that's a lie
'Cause the jury gonna judge me then the judge will give me time
Yo, I don't wanna talk about no shootout on Vartry Road
I poked him on East Bank, that's opposite Vartry Road
My first ever crush lived on Vartry Road
And up until now I always wonder if she's patterned or a nasty hoe
Spill some juice KA
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