Gospel

Blowin' cigarette smoke out the driver's side of this beat up '09 Vauxhall

True say I'd rather sleep in here than spend another night in this bishead hostel

Jay say droppin' at midnight, he low on credit, I wait for the drop call

The cat street is spot like a place of worship, man's Benedict or John Paul

So when I rap, that's gospel

I spent last year so close to the edge I'm surprised I've still got my sanity

Should've known that bitch wouldn't hold me down, these hoes got zero gravity

Still I gotta steer this ship, shit, if not for me, for the sake of my family

This pack can't go in no glove box, better secrete that one in your cavity

Things that we do for the belly most normal people would find outrageous

Man's still knee deep in this fuckery, it's mad how man treat me like I'm famous

I know good yutes that went school, kicked ball and then met the wrong side of a stainless

My young boy armed and dangerous

We chase money, not clout or status

Them boy too insecure, how you findin' strength in a next man's weakness?

Despite all them zeds that I ran through, most of them nights in the trench was sleepless

I write these raps like scriptures, tryna give faith to the non-believers

Man are lucky my heart too clean, mum's life I would take that yute to the cleaners

I used to ride 'round on pedals, pouch full of pebbles, hungry and paro

Bro, I was born in the deep end, all now tings still say man's shallow

Flyin' O, took a break at BP, sleepy, weight on me like Hallow

My block united, touch one of mine, we gon' get right back like Dalot

Blowin' cigarette smoke out the passenger side of this factory new-plate Audi

Talkin' my name in Shade Borough gossip, stop it, I beg a man 'llow me

I don't wanna fly Dubai, fuck that, tryna get this line hot like Saudi

This Nokia twerkin', the gang put work in most of England's home counties

Look, sun, rain, sleet or snow, I been in O, whatever the weather is

The Whitney came white like me

True say Bobby got way more melanin

Still strictly business, regardless what man's sellin' or where man's sellin' it

But I couldn't give a fuck 'bout how man get it, shit, as long as you're gettin' it

Look, this one ain't got no hook, no bridge, no nuttin, just me and my demons

You better take your pick, you waan risk your life or risk your freedom

I told bro if they take my life, don't make it right, just make it even

Right now man's just loading, let's speak again at the end of the season