Shellingham
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Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Give me any beat, I keep shellin' 'em
Know they wanna ban me like Bellingham
I was locked up, I kept tellin' 'em
"When they let me out, I want everything"
I got a big bird, that's a pelican
In a jail cell, fuck wrestlin'
Pulled my razor out, there was ten of them
Tried to rob my clothes so I terrored him
Call me Scooby-Doo 'cause I'm meddlin'
I just rid a stretch like I'm peddlin'
I've got trauma with me like a veteran
They just let me out, I'm just settlin'
KTM, I love adrenaline
I'm from Liverpool, it's not Everton
Where they push bullets through your skeleton
That's the nine milli' or the Remin'ton
You get tranquillized like ketamine
White rapper and it's evident
Fire in the Booth, that's your evidence
Fuck them, they're irrelevant
And they only gossip 'cause they're feminine
Not built to last like experiments
Glizzy with me, it's American
And I'm callin' shots like the president
Know they wanna kill me like Donald Trump
I keep extra shells when I've got the pump
Had him runnin' like Forrest Gump
They put money on him and I got it done
When I went to jail, I kept gettin' spun
Used to book a visit but they'd never come
Took a loss but they never won
In a jail cell, couldn't see the sun
Locked down, I couldn't see my mum
For them firearms, you ever seen a gun?
I was on remand in my Jackie Chan's
They had me stuck in there like traffic jams
Get gassed when a package lands
Daydreamin', got massive plans
Do it for the days I never had a grand
Scouse slang, that's a bag of sand
Now it's Selfridges, not Matalan
I'm still paranoid, tryna batter fans
Fam, that jail beef had me slashin' man
Coulda got a rec so I'm glad it jammed
Doin' road like Transit vans
They caught him slippin', he was at his nan's
Liverpool, it's not Kazakhstan
Where they got straps like the Taliban
Got it parked off like a caravan
But I rap now and I'm glad I can
Still coulda been wrappin' grams
At the post office, doin' hand-to-hands
20K if you want a feat
Tell 'em, "Send the beat, I want cash in hand"
Send the deets, I'm not gettin' scammed
If I'm in a Jeep then it's gettin' rammed
If I want it done then it's gettin' planned
Get it patterned for a couple bands
Underdogs with the upper hand
Flight mode so it never rang
L20, where we let it bang
I'm from Stanley Road, just past The Strand
If I catch a M, that's my clothing brand
Free the boys though, you know the dance
Basic, we got no enhance
Convoys when my brother lands
I'm on licence, I can't go to France
If I sign a deal, I want a big advance
Feel like Eminem, I've got one chance
Wasn't lookin' for the romance
Free the boys out the Coke cans
Still walk with it like an old man
One minute, lad, my phone rang
Your boy hit me, said he lost the pack
I said, "Fuckin' hell, I don't know man"
Gotta stick to the program
Why you talkin' like a roadman?
Like I won't pull up in an old van
Tell my bro to just go ham
Pull up on him like, "Oh damn"
Tell him, "Do it then go Dam"
'Cause you can't do it without no plan