Ayo I’ve gotta take it easy, I can’t lose control
One-er on the M-way in cruise control
Thinking about life, am I losing hope?
A kid just lost his life to balloons and coke
So this party thing cuz, I ain’t on that
Just pass me a spliff and a cognac
Hustle so hard that you could never stop that
And I still got that if you still want that
You wanna see my life bro? Come look then
Seven charges on my head, hope I buss them
Not guilty all the way man, fuck them
Doing things now with my life that I couldn’t then
When it comes to girls my brother, please don’t trust them
I’ve seen enough men get lost in lust and just cuff them
And that’s exactly wherе the trust stems
She’ll tеll you that she loves you but won’t tell you when the love ends
Forgive me, I’m a sinner, I was born to be a winner
You can judge me on the outside but love me from my inner
My life will give you shivers, make yourself cry a river
Remember eating dinner on the wing with my killers
I’m a real life savage, test me, won’t manage
When we cause damage, cause you real life panic
Situation tragic, semi-automatic
Make sure that it’s active, hold it firm and just tap it
Used to have to grab it just so I could have it
Now the addicts’ habits got me shopping up at Harrods
Courtesy of magic and my best nitty Patrick
Scores three times a day so now we call him Hat Trick
I set up in O.T. just to make some quick prof
Couple months on and then you’ve gotta switch off
Cause if you’re not careful, your door could get licked off
You’re sitting in a cell all pissed off
Yeah I’ve been there, I’ve done that, I’ve had to let my gun clap
So fuck all your dumb chat, that strip there, I run that
And if my food ever gets taken, it get run back
Otherwise another mum won’t get her son back
I’m smoking these packs, it’s got me thinking bout my past
Got me thinking bout my graft, got me thinking “Will it last?”
I’ve made loads in the trap with the coke and the maj
If only I stacked, I’d be loaded with cash
Just roll up the hash, inhale exhale
Certified members, none of my men fail
High risk convict so I can’t get bail
If I get nicked, on the spot I’m getting sent jail
Hard life cause I’m known and shit
Still catch me on the road in a stolen whip
More time in the back there’s a stolen brick
So just ring me for the nose, I’ve got loads of sniff
I had dreams of a three-six and driving a C6
From young I’ve been a street kid but look at what the streets did
Nineteen, locked up for this street shit
But I’m back now so read it and weep it
Petty station gloves, I ain’t got no bags
Told cuz “When you chop up, don’t squash those grams”
And don’t brag if you’ve got no cash
We’re a different type of breed with a different type of class
