Like been on meets seen kids get splattered
13 seen our kid with a mackers
I'm the one that trackered the trackers, jacked the jackers and clapped at the clappers
So I don't give a fuck, yeah we've done mazzas
I roll with kids that have done
Before I made a song had nuff' hammers
I don't like guys bruv fuck rappers
Just last week done another napping
Proved my point now I'm done chatting
Everybody knows what the fuck happened (Mmm)
This clouts a disease, all I see is jealousy and greed
I don't fit in on the music scene, the games getting run by fucking geeks
What the fucks going on, somebodies gotta speak
Somebodies gotta speak
I ain't in this race, don't want to compete, don't want the most followers, want the most streams
I'm in my own lane going at my own speed cos I'll end up whacking one of these geeks
These little kids, they ain't even lived about chicks and dripping now they whip and they dip, one minute they're Blood next minute they're Crip
I see through all of that shit
Seen them all on vids saying fuck where they live, how could I respect these divs
I don't care who you shot, don't care what you did I can see it in your eyes you're a little bitch
About opp blocks and dot dots, they don't know what's what
They don't know what top cost, they ain't seen a mans whole head get popped off
Two smoking barrels like lock stock, I went to the door and knock knock
Then I pop shots, all the roads that I locked off
I know these racist pricks don't like me, cos I'm lively, big fat white pikey
I'm in Salford everyday come find me
I know these racist pricks don't like me, cos I'm lively, big fat white pikey
Jocks strapped up in the schemes in Glasgow, Paddy's in Derry ready to let straps blow
All around the UK they play my tracks bro before they go bang poles or on the way to slap grows (Agh)
Fans say my music puts them in graft mode, cos they know I lit up more streets than a lamppost
Yeah I'm banned from my home town because I fucking banged up my whole town
And I still get temptations like Motown, to go door to door like Rowcount, blow rounds leave the whole fucking place smoked out
Mikey Joe made this
Our mums are soldiers, dads were jokers
Crack smokers, left us homeless
Juicy cut, until they rehome us
How you put up with that shit I don't know mum
Ever had nowhere to sleep and had to roam the street
Ever had nothing to eat and had to starve and freeze
Ever been evicted and seen your ma' on her knees
Single mum 7 kids in her car no heat
Bro this shits too deep some things I can't speak
I'd die on my feet before I live on my knees
9 grand upfront 6 months on the keys
Next day 9 grand went and fixed up my teeth
Bro I blew 20 quid and wasn't home all week
Who the fuck comes home like me? It's either prison cells or the baddest AP's
All or nothing there ain't no in-between
I used to have a old john now my things got a beam
Had a lot of friends now they're nowhere to be seen
Operation gulf took them all of the scene
Bro my dad was a fiend I got crack in my genes
You ever licked graft after graft, didn't cop
Whipped half a job of tops and it didn't wash
Been point blank range and it didn't pop
Had your grafter snatched, took a big loss
Prosecutor telling the jury that you're the big boss
Dreamed of home, woke up in jail pissed off
Dropped a mission when you knew that it's hot
Wanted a man dead, no matter what it cost
Got years, smile cos you knew what the risk was
Banged out a screw and got licked with his cosh
Done 3 months solitary in that shit block
I stood in crown court docks as a kid
Looking judges in the eyes with a grin
As they give me 2 years, 3 years, 6 and ah shit
I never let them see me down never let them win
I just take it on the chin cos I was raised in the bin
Getting blazed on the wing
All the cages I been
Situations I was in
Razor blades through skin, seg was making me slim
Had a riot in the farms, throwing weights in the gym
Screw stamped me with the boots, my face stained with a print
2 days no water didn't offer me a drink
Had to burst pipes on dirt bikes to earn stripes
13 curb side, 14 I served time
For the very first time, school of crooks and learnt crime
Got out and slapped a robbery on my first night
But from young I accepted this life that is hectic
My brothers was in jail
My dad died did it suicide was his exit
By 9 I'd been arrested, too young for charge I was reckless
Bro I didn't give a fuck, I was wigging screws up
Ask Ryan Mac how I split Mr. Hughes' nut
Two shanks cheeked I been tooled up
Screws get geared up to move us
Rushed me with the shields I was bruised up
15 years old in the block with my blues plugged
Our mums are soldiers, dads were jokers
Crack smokers, left us homeless
Juicy cut, until they rehome us
How you put up with that shit I don't know mum
Our mums are soldiers, dads were jokers
Crack smokers, left us homeless
Juicy cut, until they rehome us
How you put up with that shit I don't know mum
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