Sticks and Stones

Yo, Boogs, listen

Sticks and stones break bones, but these pebbles make profit

I had a bit of both in my closet

Mummy told me stop it, but I gotta get it till I got it

And so I got this flicks in my pocket, like somebody test me

I'll send you sky high if you vex me

I don't warrant peace don't upset me

This life a tight grip and a strong hold, off it then I'm on road

If real knows real, you're John Doe

I been the life of the party bro I love a celebration

My birthday round the corner I'm just waiting

I got God given gifts, but I promise you not one of them is patience

Take it how you like we're just neighbours

Me and Z would chill at Jasons

Till like 3 and we got work

But somehow we still made it work

And brudda after work, we tried to put some guys on a shirt

Trust we really got it out the dirt, and that's factual

I need a good girl that's all natural

Fillers, fake figures don't impress me

Had a shorty out the ends, it was me her and some liquor

They say bloods thick, but she's thicker

Rusty little spinner, cus I still got a bullet just for

And you can ask my brother where I keep it, trust me cah I mean it

I'm preeing it before I go to bed

Cuz as long as he still lives we wont ever be even

So I guess I'm mummy's problem child

Cah growing up they never asked me "what's the problem, child?"

I'm grown, they wanna tackle all my problems, how?!

And if I'm honest that's what seems to be the problem now

Cuz I guess it reflects bad on the village

They're trying to uphold the good image

Can no longer see my dreams

Cah my nightmares so vivid or maybe I just cant tell the difference

Sticks and stones break bones, but these sticks pack chrome

The ends so fucked they wont believe it back home

I was 8 on the block, with a picky afro

A kid on the strip who just wanna act grown

Years later and I'm flying out of rides

For issues I just cant push aside

Like that one night I saw that pussy taking out the bins

Ask Z I just had to weigh him in

If you aint ready for that bird, then you cant roll

I need a beef patty and some harddough

I mean I can't beef patties I need fast dough

I used to stain white boys I Jack Harlow

Push weight and post packs, its looking like I'm gymming back to back

I wish I got it off of rap

Maybe me and mummy wouldn't clash

Bittersweet but, life's just that

Sticks and stones break bones and some hoes do too

So careful what you bring in to your room

I seen a **** front for some front, and now he miss a lung

Word to Marnz its a Cold World too, listen

I got bitches tryna gauge who I'm fucking

Who I'm fucking aint the same girl that I'm loving

I got issues man I know, I used to blame those issues on a hoe

But don't you know, the problem always starts at home?

Don't ask me why I squeezed off

I-- in the same alley that I built this phone like Steve Jobs

I grew up in these mean blocks

I got every colour Jordans now, but I cant forget when it was Reeboks

I hustled outside these shops, in the Zoo, with the snakes

And with friends like this who even needs opps

My mum begged me please stop, I hid machines up in-- loft

Cuz where I'm from 'I Love You' doesn't mean much

Shit

I used stones to buy my second stick

Then used it to stick him up for stones

What you reckon kid?

Ex on my back like im in Off-White

She wanna reconcile, she necked a drink then started necking it

I think I found treasure in these wreckages

There's airholes on the barrel bro

So I hope you know these TECs aint no messages

A cat taught me how to cook crack and what the method is

Couldn't beat my charges had to charge it like the Tesla whips

My Lecister bitch got my name tattooed on her bum cheeks

They pulled up on the driver side and blew him out the front seat

Gucci for my sister, Louis V for my mums feet

You think that ima slow down? bro you must be on speed

I don't need weight watchers to lose these stones

Truth be told, rocks on me dancing like Rubi Rose

I cant forget about the days I shared a room with Locc

Bro was losing all his hair but he aint losing hope

My next door took his life aint he aint use a rope

He used a bed sheet theres so much you dont even know

The girl I fancied from my school started shooting dope

I seen her stick it in her arm it turned me super cold

Sticks and stones, stones and sticks is what my life consists

He asked me to save the ash after I light my spliff

You can't ride to my block with no knife on hip

Bro will slap you in your head like its My Wife And Kids

Back to the lifers wing the screws know I sell weed

He transferred Sterling like what City did with Chelsea

Made like I came for a house clean, the stick came with bine

And its polish like Robert Lewandowski

And thats just in case youre thinking about Robben

Shes pretty on the outside, but inside shes rotten

Until I started rapping bro I really felt forgotten

Your friends dead like Matthew Perry and my friend is who shot him

Sticks and stones break bones, but your words will never hurt me

My **** died and left us all behind, that was the worst week

I put him on a pendant and put stones around his picture

Even got a mural painted where we used to chill in Burberry

Sticks and stones, stones and sticks, this ones holding six

My neighbour saw me wet him in the street the little nosey bitch

The paper make them turn fake like when a Roley ticks

He gave me the Fours and I gave him two loaded Sigs

Sticks and stones