I Hate January

It's too late

There's much too much for both of us to say

We never do it justice anyway

Well how do you know when to walk away

So we remain

Look

My next door took his life and left a letter for his family

I felt like Eminem and Stanley

Everyday we wake, face pigs, rats and snakes

Bro I guess he couldn't take anymore of the Jumanji

I think about Nas and I get angry

Bro died 2 weeks before his 18th birthday

That's why I hate January

I had to stand over him to make him understand me

I was rolling with the 9 like whats on top of the hash key

Mum kicked me out I stayed at Ashley's

She got 2 kids now and when I have mine she'll be an auntie

I'm not a villain, I'm a vigilante

I put on for the trenches from the trenches, think they'd thank me

I felt when Chy said the bar about basmati, canned beef

She cooked it with the white rice we ate that every damn week

I sent my **** money for my canteen

You wanna hear the maddest part?

I ain't have no money for my canteen

I was in the north east, cellmate a Geordie

Made Screwface smiled when I bought him the .40

Free 30 like the time when you pick up the children

He would tell you we kept shanks in our pocket like door keys

Last time he saw me is when Muni wet that yute up on the 3's

"If I was you I would have..." yeah, yeah but bro you wasn't me

Why's he looking at me funny? He must think he doesn't bleed

Why they asking me for p's? They must think it comes with ease

My boy died a few days in, that's why I hate new years

Boys don't cry but that made me shed a few tears

Couldn't let M see, I waited till he went sleep

I wrote this when I was in a cell feeling empty

Left packs with Bentley now Muni need a Maybach

Ima be like 30 something when we get Dange back

Payback

I don't care how much it cost

Winning don't feel the same, it matters how much you lost

My next door was hanging from a rope

His friends screamed for help

They found a letter to his family when they emptied his cell

Not everybody makes it out

But I can't lie I have to

Even when I needed help, I still wouldn't ask you

Yo

Streets turned a boy into a man quick

You ain't been through it, then you wouldn't understand it

He said he's on the guys, bro I pulled up and slammed it

I wish that my life went the way I would have planned it

I've fed more yutes than an orphanage

I throw my clothes in the car and I'm torching it

Yo that pumps worth 5, I paid more for it

I can tell he ain't really like that, he's forcing it

I got bored of it, doing all that block time

They thinking I'm a rockstar, I still got a rock line

I can't stop I lick shots by the stop sign

I got mine, we ain't pop stars boy I pop mine

It's too late

There's much too much for both of us to say

We never do it justice anyway

Well how do you know when to walk away

So we remain