Everyone talk 'bout money and violence
But I'm outside and I don't hear nothin' but silence
I'm only runnin' from sirens
And them man keep woofin'
But their dargs ain't bitin'
And the beef ain't cookin'
'Cah their arms ain't firin'
Been lookin' but I can't find him
Started with a half consignment
And now the target's heightened
See the food in the basket's flyin'
I ain't using a card to buy it
You see goons with a mask and high viz
Waps get discharged and fired
It's not true, when they ask, I'm lyin'
Still sellin' and buyin', I wanna do better, I'm tryin'
See, I was way too clever in science
How did the streets still get me inspired?
And I failed in maths, but countin' these number helped with that
I break it down and sell these packs
I love my bros, they tell me, "Rap"
But the roads just held me back
I ain't into these girls, they're trash
Don't get lined and dead for nyash
They all want a man that's spendin' cash
But who's gonna grind and help him stack
Who's gonna come on a visit and send pictures
Till he gets sentenced and who's gonna wait that time?
I don't think no one can
The opp boys try roll on man
But that day I had smoke on man
And that could've been life in jail
That day I went home so mad
'Cah I could've done time in a cell
I told myself that I won't go back
Of course I've changed, I just don't lack
I ain't buyin' your bad boy act
I got guys in Whitemoor trapped
I got guys in the 'Marsh on trial
I ain't spoke to my dargs in a while
I switched my phone, so they can't even dial
Bro's in court with his heart in his mouth
And thoughts of his mum ain't calmin' him down
So we gotta go hard 'til he's out
Everyone talk 'bout money and violence
But I'm outside and I don't hear nothin' but silence
I'm only runnin' from sirens
And them man keep woofin'
But their dargs ain't bitin'
And the beef ain't cookin'
'Cah their arms ain't firin'
Been lookin' but I can't find him
You ain't been in the bushes hidin'
Praying the feds don't find me
If they grabbed what I had in the bag that I dashed
Then the chance of bail's not likely
Just got away, dodged me a second strike
I still got a year on license
Probation's sayin' I'm high risk
But I move lowkey, lifestyle private
You ain't ever seen tears of a lifer
Freedoms Priceless
It was KO-LEE noodles, then I cut from D Cat
Put up my face on Google
Mumsy realised, some things don't change
I'm breakin' the law as usual
I can handle the truth, it's brutal
The things that I've seen with my eyes ain't normal
Gang just done up a guy so awful
Bando smell never made me nauseous
Can't leave prints in the house, I'm cautious
They wanna do it in front of a audience
Then go talk some shit on a audio
You ain't the same guy when you're recording
Me and them can never be cordial
