You know what time it is when you hear this right?

Yeah, shout out Charlie always

Let's get them fam

Listen, I mean

Let's get 'em Dave

Look

The other day someone said I was fake, I nearly lost my mind

I'm out on a grind

For what? I put in so much time for what?

The fame don't impress me, I'll still get active

Like Jet Li, I'm tryna stay balanced like ah, music is a myth

And every song I make is getting easier to stray from the message that I bring to the table, you ain't eating if your friends ain't eating with

Dickheads, '09 take me back

I lost two grand last week and didn't make it back

And teachers wonder why I don't work well

I'm broke as hell

The music made me known as well

So I invested in crow and shells

Cause where I'm from, you slip, you're getting poked as well

So, bun General Asad, we're a bag of rebels

This crow's got a bag of bass and you're a bag of treble

How can I listen to a man who ain't playing when you talk about the game from the side like Gary Neville

I'm involved, I'm on a pitch, I'm a centre mid

I don't need to send for kids

I'll turn up where your college or centre is

And send you six

You dickhead, I've let so many violations slide G

Guys don't like me

And now they wanna get a name and waiting with a bitch like try me, try me, try me, try me

And watch what the outcome is

I'm a mix between Heath Ledger and Malcolm X

Outspoken but I don't make sense

Cause one day it's put the knives down or put the peace signs up, the next day I'm at your home instead

All for my pride and respect

I bought my man a Tek

Thameside days getting calls at like 9, it's a mess

I put time in my craft, an hour in my coursework and nine in my bars

You don't know about grinding my dog

I put my life in my art

My life on the line for my marge

Real rap, she put life in my heart, I give nothing less

If the truth hurts, I like being lied to

I can't deal with issues in the ways that I would like to

It's funny how I've always got a text to reply to

That's why I went and got three lines, that's a Haiku

Paranoia got me stressing, man I'm thinking that they're planning SLR, I've got a cannon

I ain't taking photos, I'm aiming at your bros and taking shots like Tenerife

Then I'm out the door like I just got a shot for 10 of each

Pride will be the end of me

I'll just lose my cool and lose a tool over petty beef

You couldn't comprehend it G

Life has been an F-ery

Colour scheme's grey

Got me questioning my God and all the times I've said grace

Wretch Miller, I set pace

I've ducked youths down, I had to run the same day

Ask Serg, ask Temmy, I'm just venting on a low

And me plus four might just turn up at your show

Me watching in a venue, man we're leaving with your soul

I ain't tweeting little hoes

I need my P's to come and grow

All these catties on the roads, in and out, they come and go

For a month they wanna know

So I send them to my bros

Who gives a damn about my age, watch my energy and flow

I give none of it to girls cause the one I have is special, like a lover and a friend to me

You send for her, you send for me

Let a girl try it, man a chick can catch fire like Katniss Everdeen

No chicks can catch fire like any one of my ex girls

Me, I couldn't breath, I needed space, that was ex hell

How can I wish my ex well, I've still got ex hate

Bryson Tiller I was tryna see my ex change

I'm Scott Summers now, nothing but an ex man

Still tryna test my brain in the A.M, that's an exam

Then it's on to a next man, still scarred by my ex hoes

Could show her true colours in a photo, that's an expose

So how could you ever bad me? I had my brothers and I never had me

How could you ever bad me?

If I made 6 bills I gave my right hand 3, and told my brothers no snitching

Still I, got some good friends I couldn't put in that position

Does it mean that we're neek so we're different, cause my G's have ambition

Past the streets we see past the image

Cause you're the last friend by the grave of the prison hall

And you're the first friend to tell 'em to be a criminal

The young G just died you're wondering why

It was you who gave him drugs and a knife, it was you

It was you and now your pissed because he caught another case

When you practically walked him to the gate

Be careful who you step with

Your gang, they were talking to your grave

The road I'm walking is a maze, six paths like the sage

Had me in and out of raves, with a flicker on my waist

To give a fuck if it's winter I'll catch him slipping in the rain

And my man thought that I was slipping on the train

But he's pissed because I've always got a dipper or a chain

I ain't a witness to the jakes

I'm tryna put an image in the frame for the lyrics that I've written on the page

The way I'm living isn't fake

Them man wanna G check me, but can't do it to my face

Cause I've got killers in the cage

Show, party or a rave I bring gorillas on the stage

There ain't a rapper or a singer in my lane, a musician in my league

You man wouldn't believe that we've lost half our G's to jealousy and greed

And me I think it was the weed, cause them boy there fell off

The same guys that used to come around and eat jollof

We're in cunch making no profit, 2 grand off of cash points making no losses

And if they put me in a station then it's no comment, no comment, no comment

They can keep me to the sunrise, from littering to gun crime

The code that I live by I die by

Man you give your life for you can get skyed by, served like a drive by

Yah I meant drive thru like how? what? why? who?

Take you off the map and have your mother thinking why you

I've done so much wrong just so I can make the right move

They're still tryna draw me out, these yout's need to sort it out

No one believes the stuff you claimed to have done

You're on Snapchat, I'm on Radio 1

What don't you get about this?

I made my mummy smile

I took myself to uni man I made my mother proud

You was in and out of town doing, cunch for an older, probably didn't see a pound

You want beef I give cows, better yet I give herds

Ask Jussy, ask Serge

I'm the realest guy around, so bang your doors up and down

That's when Whitemoor, Swaleside, Belmarsh, Isis, Acat, Lifeus, Skells and yea

You know the rest innit

Free my brothers

Get me

Man like Santandave

Oi Charlie, let the beat run, let the beat run, we're gonna run into the next one fam

Jeez

Oi, shout out my brothers

You, my friend, are an absolute beast cuz

Man's 17 you know

Shout out to [?] in production man

Oi

Oi, my brothers

Oi

Get me

Jeez

Certain rappers calling my phone already saying enough already man, enough already

My mum, she taught me to be self sufficient

She always said to put power in your self

She shared her hours and and her wealth, so I could stand here and share this wisdom

Worked 3 jobs and a little wage, from her youth to her middle age

And that was all so I could study right and live okay

When it was Cookham Wood and Littlehey

I know my mum she didn't break

Still 4:30 dinner made

Lets talk about your system then

Lets talk about our place in here

Lets talk about our prisons then

When we're so stuck in london people blind we only see the ends

Out of 63 million, blacks only make 3 percent

And we have no say, when you think, cause you refuse to vote

Like Conservative policies ain't been a problem for the yutes on road

And Rapz is doing law

He sat down on the floor and watched it, 2 members of a jury, in a court

Playing noughts and crosses bored as hell

They gave him guilty in that court aswell

Didn't focus on the case, but he's in jail I guess that all is well

No incentive to pay attention for a jury the system didn't pay

When most of them are bored, white, out of touch and middle-aged

Like "What on earth's a stabbing? Oh my god I hope the kid's okay"

"Please take him of the streets, for my children and my sister's sake"

They don't need to see the details, cause he's young, black and guilty

"He's got a gold tooth and a tracksuit, send him to jail he's gonna kill me"

We feel, misrepresented

But you chose to jump on twitter over petitions and referendums, I swear to god I'll never get this

You, claim to be active, when I know that you won't make a change

You'd rather go to district with some bitches and then make it rain

I know some real real guys that own yards and never splashed on cars

Like Atif and Wasif who are still working hard in London when they've got properties in Pakistan

I swear that they're my inspiration

We're the generation that's infiltrating all these different places

And we're the generation who mould and craft how the system changes

Black doctors, Arab judges we just need a little patience

Nah we just need a little strength

This isn't for the upper class, this is for everyone that lives in debt

That mortgages and bills effect

That work away and live in sweat

For every single prisoner that comes home just to reoffend

Not for any single dad that left, for every single mum instead

For every trapstar that bangs stars and works the ends to earn some bread

I flirt with death and cuddle life, I work this pen

Long Lartin I work a pen

I heard the devil cursed these ends that took my brothers, hurt my friends

We lost our freedom and our lives

And if you think I'm telling lies

Right, it's a 20 minute drive and then we have a city filled with life

Big business, flashing lights, two completely different sides

Juxtaposed from guns and knives

They buy some clothes we clutch a knife

For different reasons, most for pride

One fucking [?] in this ride, like humpty dumpty have you fried

I hope you got money on your mind, but ours and theirs it's different types

Tryna show you man the light (tryna show you man the light)

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