Spooky
[Verse]
Nobody had my back
I was out there, Mac inside of the rucksack
I had never been so broke in my life
I was grinding, I couldn't never get enough cash
I was hungry, I couldn't afford the one snack
Some days I would go into work so broke that I couldn't afford the bus back
Slipped a few times and nearly got stabbed
But I'm still here
Felt like I was losing my soul
I was telling my soul to come back
I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders
So I guess I've got a tough back
Twenty but I didn't feel like a young man
Feeling like I just lost two years of my life
And I knew it wouldn't ever come back
Rage in my system, them times I could've gone mad
But, still, I never told nobody
Me and mum drifted over time
She was telling everyone I'd gone mad
And now she wonders why I only trust dad
I can't wait for the day I'm on top and I can say to myself that I made mum proud
'Cause even though she tells me she loves me
I still think that she thinks I'm a scumbag
Painful she lost touch with the young lad
She hates me but she loves me, so
For the fact that I ain't ever told her I'm glad that she don't know I went to hell and I come back
I told 'em I been too much
So I won't let nobody violate man
William told 'em that he weren't gonna lose
So it weren't gonna be a part of my gameplan
Man's twenty-three now, man, I ain't the same man
I go sleep and dream about making it big sitting in the whip with my Ray-Bans
Wife on the left saying 'Don't worry, you can lay back'
'Cause the hard times never came back
But in the meantime, I'll be in the trap with an a-team still tryna generate grands
I ain't got a reason to party or celebrate jack
Time that I dedicate's mad
And I ain't had a holiday, so I gotta meditate bad
Fam, I gotta meditate man
So if I go, don't be surprised if I never came back
Spent too many days mad
That's a bomb waiting to blow
Gonna detonate, bang
But I've gotta keep shit moving
I ain't gonna stop, that's word to my late gran'
But still, my head's full of this clutter
I ain't gonna lie
Sometimes I lie awake in the night in the darkness like a sick nutter
Thinking about how I've been a shit brother
Thinking if my girl never miscarried, would I have been a little guy to my kid's mother
Thinking back to a time when I did trust her
Still man's grateful, I could've been rougher
Wish I could have said that I never did suffer
But I'm too real, I am not a bullshit lover
Me, I spit real life and I spit gutter
(?) I seen shit that made the kid tougher
Never been a jokeman like Chris Tucker
Come across calm, but I am a lip-buster
I worked too hard to get where I am and if you test that, you're gonna get your shit touch up
Cah, I came in the game one up, can't be a fuck up
So this year, everyting turn up
And fuck keys for the door, man's licking it off
So for now, this one's just a run-up
And I ain't here to be liked
I'm here to stress everybody out like the phone bill run up
Come through and leave the whole ting bruck up
Putting in work 'til I've blown, no stutter
So you better fix up, look sharp and buck up
I remember first half of the year, I could afford the bread but I had no butter
Now I'm just chilling with a footlong sub playing A2 in the A1 with the bruddas
Four black youts tryna scheme on the come up
Foresight's long, I'm on a winter grind all year donny
I don't wanna stunt in the summer
Plus, how you gonna stunt when you live with your mother?
I just wanna make P's so if my sink's blocked, man knows I can pay for the plumber
Don't care for the new Benz or the Hummer
Feet on the grind cah I came from the gutter
So when I'm saying I remember my roots
No, I don't mean Toby the slave getting cut up
Mean when I had trouble saving a oner
Felt pain they can't erase with a rubber
Flashback to having no dough
It was an understatement to say that my trainers were scuff up
(?) or respective of colour
If I've got a problem, straight, I'm a runner
Wait, don't mean running away
I run straight to the court (?), mate, I'm a nutter
Lethal black guy like my name's Dan Glover
Cah, what they know about sitting in the ends with no dough
Pissed 'cause money's coming in so slow
Thinking, should I go back to my old job?
But the pride in me is telling me don't go
And I'm already in too deep, I couldn't go slow
I ain't tryna keep still for a year
I just wanna raise the bar like it's a pole vault
So I get a shot at the top like it's a goal post
I couldn't ever go back there, it's a no-go
I'd much rather struggle on my ones
I'm a wizard with the dough
Go so Potter for the paper
I've never been a muggle for the funds
Brain in my head works, never been a dunce
Right fist works like a V6 so I won't pet to show donnies that I've never been a cunt
Can't visualise the picture, get a photo
I just wanna make money so when I grow old
Don, I ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing
Except for the two-two bones in my mutton
Can't never tell me I don't know struggle when the fact of the matter is I came from nothing
Man wanna sing some gassed-up tune by Drake
But they're lying, they ain't left the bottom
Man are still slaves, they ain't left the cotton
Shit's real, I'm in the the field
Don's got a slave mentality but they wanna act like bosses
Tell a man, shut your mouth, cut your losses
Better off spending time going back to your yard to play a game of Noughts & Crosses
Ain't big just 'cause your Instagram's popping
Big man, stop it
Still preaching about funds but both ways, I can't see profits
Yeah
128 bars of reality rudeboy
Hail up Spooky
Jammz: I Am Grime 3.0
Jammz is radio, all of that stuff cuz
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