[Verse]
\nIt ain't right if I don't spit it from the left side
\nThese kids barely in their teens witnessing their friends die
\nI know how they feel, I lost mine too
\nGun to my darg's head, the bullet went right through
\nAll I wanted was a gilet or a new Typhoon
\nWhat's beef? I don't know but I choose wagyu
\nOver this dumb shit, like "Who are you? Where you from?" shit
\nCan't fight, get your gun quick
\nGet a knife from your mum's crib
\nCatch a body, go court, blow trial, get the numbers
\nAnd now you on the Gram, flexing in your cell, tryna function
\nThe plan was to get your first rack and stack a hundred
\nBut the money come with evil eye
\nWhole brick make your niggas show their evil side
\nYou ever heard a snake hiss? You ever seen it slide?
\nThe hand that they eat from they always seem to bite
\nKeep your back to the wall, they wanna see you slime
\nKeep your ears to the streets, you can't press rewind
\nStreets dying, I just gotta put the word out
\nAnd it's been wild for a while but these niggas killing girls now
\nAnd the gangsters getting killed by the nerds now
\nNiggas die every day and I was taught "Pull your skirt down"
\nAnd I was taught "Pick the phone up and never put the work down
\nAnd pray that shit works out"
\nWho's to blame for my ways? I don't know
\nSee, mum did her best but my pops didn't show
\nI forgive 'em, I just had to let go
\nThat's what I call growth
\nThis for bro by the blue phone that's gotta call home
\nAnd his BM getting piped on the low
\nIf it ain't white then it's yellow then it's rose
\nAquas to Rollies, look how the time's flown
\nHeart's cold, yeah, that's why we buy everything froze
\nThat's my culture, I coulda did the classroom but I chose Martin's sofa
\nGross profit, net profit, got the game from the smokers
\nThe internet steady tryna provoke us
\nThey wanna blame rap like we ain't provide for the hopeless
\nFrom grime to galas, 110's to loafers
\nDingers to Sprinters, do not lose focus
\nHeadline shows, bookings with the promoters
\nOpportunities for videos and photos
\nPut the flash on and let's capture the moment
\nWe the ones responsible for the motion
\nAsk 'em what they did, silence is golden
\nBut they gon' tweet till their fingers get swollen
\nYou on your podcast, I can tell you don't know much
\nThe way you talk about the roads, you don't know us
\nDeck full of jokers, box full of doughnuts
\nWe've been through it all, they want us pushing peace
\nPut the young'uns through school but we can't do it all
\nI'm a thug, I need love and a hug, tell me who can I call?
\nPTSD, my scars ain't small
\nI was gangbanging before it got cool
\nThey gon' say that I'm a fool but where I'm from, that's all that we knew
\nAnd the stories are true, I know it sound like I'm giving an excuse
\nBut what I really did is give you the proof
\nAnd it's fucked up cah we all need help
\nDown bad, there was times I woulda robbed myself
\nI coulda went out and crashed but I stopped myself
\n'Cause who gon' look after my mother if it's not myself?
\nAnd they gon' barely send you canteen P's
\nAnd they gon' drag both feet when it's time for a V
\nIn the ends, still gotta spend time with the G's
\nIf it weren't strictly for the streets then it wouldn't be me
\nI thank the Lord for the air that I breathe, every cheque I receive
\nThis life just rinse and repeat
\nI'll agree, I get weak for these freaks that wan' jeet
\nI'm cool with what I want but what about what I need?
\nThis time I gotta dig a little deep, you gotta feel me
\nIt's all real, this the real me\n\n
