[Intro]
Lyricist Jinn Sbtv warm up sessions
Hold tight all my family you know who you are
Yo people's army ,Minarmy, black triangle, Uk
Yo
Tell em
[Beat 1]
Yo, I'm reaching out to you lord, I know you hear me
I hope you're near me, I can feel the lack of love
I'm stuck behind these castle walls, I'm trying to grab a dove
And I can see the light but can't reach it, I've had enough
Slip on the wrong turf, and they'll grip hammers
It's sticky living with the bandits and the thugs
How'd you expect me to listen to these self snitch rappers
Last time I sat in court, I didn't stand up for the judge, nah
And I've been runnin' round the block wishing for transitions
Missin' my fam, listen I'm driven by ambition
This is a damn mission, this gift isn't man-given
Still I've been up all week cutting grease till my hands stiffen
I'm back in this room and I'm writing again
I thought I quit, I guess I only speak my mind within pen
Unfortunate kids, still I thank Allah at night in my bed
I look at all these children talking how they lighting the sken
NAH
You ain't never let the 'ting blow
And even if you did, I bet you never caught a body
Sick of all these youtube thugs and NNS syndrome
Stay true to who you are brotha, start talkin' properly
And what you know about six siblings and a mum to feed?
And sister cut the benefits, now I'm the one for peas
And now they wanna send my family back to Egypt
Already feeling sea sick, gotta get them peas quick!
Now would you pay attention if I had some more views?
Bitches in the videos, or chilling in a Porsche coupe?
The realest in the game, fuck glistening in chain
Most of us grew in povert-y difficult to relate
On top of that the pops is doing life without remand
I Got to keep my calm
Can't ride with that shit on
It's hard to progress in the future with a damaged past
And still I try to count my blessings and I thank Allah
See none of these yutes got no reason to be out on hustle
But still they jump on tracks and try to talk 'bout struggle
But they just struggle to go clubbin' on the weekend
And then they back in mummy's comfort when the week ends
Haaa, It's kinda funny though
Always complaining about getting snaked for the money yo
But they won't hesitate to do the same in that position
It's just a sewage full of rats, riding rats for provision
When the times we were young, times were different
Sippin' liquor Passed the point of getting drunk
Ain't no food up in the kitchen, but my blood is full of drugs
Kind of wishing on a miracle, tryna figure how to buzz
I remember listening to B.E.P now where is the love?
I start better chance to find it in a rhythm of a slug
Whether worship in the lavish life, not willing to give it up
Life's a bitch, never kiss it, look at all the kids that sucked
Then I wonder, would they miss me when I'm wrapped in a box?
Would they dedicate a piff spliff at the back to the blocks
Same place we kept the Smith & hidden wrapped in a sock
Would they all my recite my lyrics while they rap to the top?
Tell 'em
[BEAT 2]
You have a take on my life, yeah save me living in drama
They ask me why my life's messed, I answer this to karma
They never offer right help until I cause disaster
My life's hell, my brothers let the ice melt, the nines belt
Welcome to the London city, gritty, blocks where crimes dwell
Snitches singing sly tales
Half the brothers hate the 'hood
The others trapped in tight cells
You duck the clap I'm right Jel
I'm stuck in rap till mum's glad my rhymes sell, I'm running mad
And I can see from distance all the plastic faces
And ever since I got off meth, I've witnessed drastic changes
Bitter sick, this track amazes
Grips and sticks like masturbators
Hitting spliffs intact with nature
Written scripts attracting haters
Flipping bricks and stacking paper
Mission is to battle Mages
Spitting sick, I rap in cages
Living skint from crappy wages
But I ain't' giving in until I witness happy faces
Nah, I ain't giving in
Nah, I ain't giving in
Flipping the rocks, sipping Cîroc from dawn to dawn we out here
Chilling in the blocks, hitting the dots smith and will torch without fear
Dipping the cops, sit in the box walk in, leave then come and
Gratata, gratata, talk and you'll be dishonored
I never glamorized the crime this is the life we live
Kid gets to hammering, surprising that he'll try the ting
And Lord forgive me cause I try with not to bite the sin
Please lord forgive me, when my momma cries I die within
Phone at my connect, when I will left to get to country
Cut up the pen, run up to ends the cats are getting hungry
Two for fifteen, if they lucky then it's three for twenty
That's the deal, bark some remedy then I chill
Okay
Back on them roads again, dicing up them hoes again
Lighting up and smoking until we choking as I hold it in
These rappers are so pretend
They ain't never blown a Sken
And lord forgive me I ain't happy on this road to sin
Back in the booth again, keeping it presidential
Reaching this evident, while reaping the credentials
Believe in it's heaven sent, I'm a beast with the pen I'm mental
Watch out, on the streets of the jealous friends who
Lie and cheat for the peas, easily deceived
Many nights I stayed up while they sleep on my dreams
Thinking why the game's fucked while I'm breathing the trees
They tried to disrespect now Islam is speaking to me
It's survival of the fittest in this war zone, I was a poor bloke now look at me all grown
You can tell from my voice I've been cold, like a sore throat
Silent swagger with the dagger, we still saw throats
I got my own stress to worry about that only Jesus
The rest we crossing them out
I'm trying to change my ways but there's blood on my hands
And I can't change my ways until there's funds in the bank, nah
I can't differentiate the angels from the demons
My heart's disintegrated, ain't got no more feelings
Even when my life's blessed, Still I will not find rest
The karma still awaits until I get the peas in
Gratata
