Are you ready?
[Little Dee]
This can't be life
Can't be right but I can't decide
Stop writin' and graft a life
And just, pass the mic to a passer-by
And go 'n' call it a day
Cah by now I shoulda been half a write
Marina shows and charter flights
Big videos and party nights
Then when I [Arthur White?] but I'd rather write
If I shut the line then I can't survive
They love ridin' out but don't park it right
Until they gettin' caught and get harmonised
I'm in the studio with my bro P
Tryna find a beat so we can start a vibe
And then started talkin' 'bout father life
And what Sadie does and what Carter likes
And you done him proud, brandy-drinking and bunning light
Time flies and I'm runnin' out
So I'm up 'n' out before the sun is out
And I've sat in Hell for my little girl
Big dreams from a little cell
Running 'round in our little world, Daddy's little girl
[Chorus by P Money]
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
[P Money]
Whether or not you've got one
No ones in the way
Our priorities' supposed to change
No more working for change
That's gotta be changed
These nappies gotta get changed
Cot needs building, all the beds gotta be made
These so-called trappers are strange
You came in Louis and Gucci
Your son's in Primark clothes, what the fuck that's lame
You took a sket hotel, coulda bought him a game
Do you understand what man's saying? Huh?
Tryna promote and man's not playing
I got mouths to feed and man's not spraying
If man's not paying
I feel my ground and I start sugar ratin'
Weigh a man in at the weigh-in
Then find my way out through the way in
'Cause this jail I can't afford to spend a day in
I got a son to raise
Lemme say that again I got a son to raise
Give to what charity I got funds to raise
And get out this city with the guns ablaze
Why d'you think I record for days
Grinding every week gotta be on the stage
Forget cars and clothes and hoes (they're fake)
I got a message for you when you hear this tape
[Chorus by P Money]
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
I just wanted you to know
This ain't for the roads
This ain't for the cars and clothes
This ain't for the hoes
Back to back a thousand shows, me and my bro
This is so when I grow old, you've got your home
