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Yo, turn the beat up a little bit
Morrison
Yo
Been shot, been stabbed, we know how they both feel
Been rich, been poor, we know how they both feel
They're fake but actin' so real, I been knee-deep in the trenches
We spent most our lives in jail 'cause
We don't speak when police ask questions
Mandem hate to see progression, they'd
Rather see you broke and stressin'
They wanna see me put my mic down, grab my mask and load my weapon
First, I ask God to protect me from my enemies tryna get me
Then I started losin' my bredrins, thank you, God, I get the message
It's a cold world, oh well, let's crack on with these coke sales
Let's crack on with these growะตs and
Pray our nosy neighbours don't smะตll
I feel sorry for our old girls, all that stress we put them through
My mum has buried her favourite son
When I heard the news, I couldn't move
Now what do I say? What do I do?
Regardless, nothin' will bring him back
I miss you, bro, I blame myself, I coulda done more, I let you down
I wish they left you in the can and the feds never let you out
Rather visit you in the jail than have to bury you in the ground
So I'm sorry, Mum, sorry, Dad, sorry, Jo, sorry, Anne
Sorry, sis, sorry, Steve, see you soon, roger that
All the family miss you, all the mandem miss you
I got a couple of scores to settle
Then I'm out, I'm comin' to visit you
I'm more comfortable around killers
Than I am when I'm 'round civilians
We do equal splits when we lick it
They're ungrateful, so they keep whingin'
And money can't buy you happiness, but it can buy you a fancy car
Rather be signed in this Lambo than be sat on the back of a bus
I make my bed, I lie in it, if he's with me, then I ride for him
Being a boss is tirin', all the sackin' and the hirin'
I'm from Newham and it's violent here, a lot of man are dyin' here
Friends'll stab you in your back when you
Ain't lookin' to keep your eyes on them
We ain't ever had no guidance, that's the reason why we're reckless
We're either battlin' with our enemies
Or we're battlin' with depression
And I know that God protects me, but I can't move without my weapon
'Cause he's let me down before, my enemies left me on the stretcher
So I stay with it, I'm on the edge, don't play with me
Underneath this drip, I've got that PTSD stain on me
The struggle and the pain on me, Mum, don't cry, just pray for me
It was us that shot the block up
But it's them man that are claimin' it
Fuck you friends that changed on me
You fell off, now you're blamin' me
Now the same mandem that ate off me are the same mandem that ate on me
It's a fake game and it ain't honest
Yo, I said it's a fake game and it ain't honest
And I'm knee-deep in the trenches tryna make it out
I let my actions do the talkin', I don't make a sound
It's showin' love that ate some man, now he's tryna shake my hand
With them same pair of hands he used to try and take me down
With, after all the things I did for you
You only talk about them things I never did for you
I ain't perfect, but I've been loyal
You diss me, then you say you're loyal, blud, that's disloyal
Yeah, and teamwork makes the dream work
But that can only happen when everyone in the team works
And no one gets to eat first, when we eat, we eat together
When we starve, we starve together, smile, cry and laugh together
Yeah, I'm keepin' it movin'
Opps got me loadin' Russians, I'm feelin' like Putin
I need to stay around the mandem that help me improve
And stay away from man that find a problem in every solution
Yeah, and here's the rapper starter kit
Write about the hood even if you ain't a part of it
Put some tattoos on your face, shoot a vid and dance in it
Put it on the net and probably chart with it
Yeah, I couldn't count how many times that I got counted out
I went from counted out to counted on to help the mandem out
You told the ends that you're my hitter, but you never banged for man
People only knew you 'cause you hanged around with me
And don't push me, I ain't scared, I'll drop out everyone
And if I lose my hood pass, I'll just buy some extra guns
Bulletproof my whip and roll through any hood, like fuck 'em
And I know a couple friends wanna kill me, innit?
But you know you can't 'cause you know you'd still need me, innit?
That's why I keep you close, but I keep my distance, fuck 'em
R.I.P. Stevo, man
Zero L's to the world and back
Free Jody
It's the Hocus Pocus Harry James, brr
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Morrison
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It's a dog-eat-dog world, it's survival of the fittest
And it's kill or be killed, I'm from a violent little city
Man take kindness for a weakness, so I have to hide my feelings
I felt bad when I robbed my man, but I acted like I didn't
As a kid, I never had much, and neither did my neighbours
We used to run around with holes and tears in all our trainers
We didn't know about designer 'cause all our clothes were nameless
We weren't jealous of each other 'cause we all had nothin' to hate on
Then all that started changin' when we started makin' money
Shh was makin' more than shh, so he started movin' funny
Then we started gettin' hungry, friendship turned to business
Them man used to be my friends, but then became my competition
We used to share the same vision, same plans, same mission
Then the money broke us up, take that and Robbie Williams
We was friends that moved like siblings, now we're oppositions
I woulda killed an opp for them
Now I'm the one that wants to kill 'em
And they're the ones that wanna kill me, this life's been real, G
Trap money lookin' filthy, clean guns, we turn them filthy
We were shootin', but not filmin', the ends turned to Baghdad
Homes turned to bandos, good kids turned to bad man
When guns went bang-bang, man drop like a Santan
Dare Camp, bank scam, shots fired like we sat man
I ain't from Brum, but we slash man, cut his face with a kitchen
Trag dissed my G-Unit, now he's got a buck fifty
I done things I can't talk about, I'm from a hood you can't walk about
Mum, I want them Nike trainers, "Nah, son, we can't afford all that"
So I started doin' a paper round and my friends started to call me Pat
I got paid five pound a week for that and I gave my mother all of that
And I grew up in a council house, inheritance? Cancel that
I got it from the mud and broke that cycle, I'm a landlord now
My kid's future, that's all patterned now
Me and Steve just went and grabbed a car
Brand new Porsche 911, all black like the Panther car
So hold on, wait a minute, you thought I was finished?
When I was buyin' all them houses, you thought they was rented?
I've been 'round a load of snakes that I thought was my bredrins
I've been takin' loads of L's, but
They weren't losses, they were lessons
I hit rock bottom, had to level up
I got knocked down, I kept gettin' up
I'm in a crop house full of smelly bud and
When I chop down, I might sell you some
And you're all about when the bread is up
But you're not about when the bread is done
So I dropped out nearly everyone because
You opt out when the pressure come
Yeah, you man are broke because you sleep too much
I can't sleep unless my P's are up
I need to feed my son and my daughter, so I'm shottin'
While you bruddas are movin' bricks and smoke
The profits, half of you need to stop it
Even after all the losses, blud, I'm still winnin'
Even after all the pain I've been through, I'm still grinnin'
I'm in a trap with more bricks than a builder's yard
There's no space for furniture 'cause every room's filled with plants
Yeah, I'm from Newham where the grillers are
The armed robbers, top shotters and some killers are
Yeah, I done a move and robbed fifty large
Dylan wasn't there and I still fuckin' give him heart
Your team ain't as real as ours, we're callin' the shots
Not just one of us are on it, blud, we're all on our job
Yeah, they're talkin' a lot, but when
It's action time, they quieten down
I dropped out D 'cause he wasn't on ridin' out
Birds keep flyin' out and money keeps comin' in
The feds just kicked the door, so we need to rent another crib
The man I'm gettin' money with's the same man I ride with
We clap man and drive off smilin'
You won't see me hidin' unless I'm on the run from the feds
I keep my .45 greased in case man come for my head
If you see me poppin' bottles in the club with my friends
We ain't slippin', mate, we've come here prepared
We've got somethin' for them
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