the valleys are peak (feat. Ceebo & Zino Vinci)

Am I meant to be gassed that I'm riding flows

When my **** could die for supplying Os

Been serving the high to survive the lows

I guess that's the highs and lows for the lowlifes

Just a black youte scared of the cold nights

Whole time I done tried with own might

And I'm still in that place where the youtes get erased for the road sign

I ain't shit but a blackie

But you know that'll change with jibs in my trackie

Then I'm Mr Blackie, Golliwog they're expecting a smile when they hang me

Used to hang by the blockside, antsy, dinger or taxi

Couple of Os in the backseat

Never a bad breed, I was just spinning the web tryna live like Anansi

And man see I'm my father's kid

Lambeth, see how the heartless live

They say we gotta lead the youth

We don't spark minds, we spark the spliffs

Our dreams look just like carcasses

Trust me no-one can't tell the difference

My dreams bout fate don't feel so fake, I see my blood so vivid

I'm still in ends with nothin but hope

And I still got my back on the ropes

My uncles still on the pipe, but put down the light one day I hope

I'm still just Chris with with peps in the trim

Clockin my face when I step in the ting

Where I'm from life gets way worse than death or putting the pebs in the cling

Yo, East london ah my flesh (yo)

What more can I tell em? (ay)

My dad was a G man it runs in my genes

Man we're talking bout extraordinary denim (uh)

If a fish needs water I'm selling

I still pull strings, John Lennon

The ends is pungent smelling

I'm telling the mandem to stop

He agreed, week later got popped in his melon (what)

Swear, huh

Ends is dark but it still got light

Bro dashed the pack but he still got white

Bro know he ain't right but he still got rights

St Bonaventure's, chill by that one shop (swear)

Homeless Colombo chilling by the bus stop

Heard dem man scared ah where I come from (ay)

Imma cut through like Hus done

Kano, Wiley, Lancey, Unknown T

D Double E, east London (swear)

East london ah my flesh, yo

What more can I tell em?

Yo, my dad was a G but my family tree

Still got a few leaves that Babylon's selling

I'm happy my bro bussed case but he's still locked up from 7 to 7 it's

PEAK!

Cut thru the ends, it's treacherous (what?)

Bro it's often nitrous, medicine

How is man tryna act like he's better den bro

When he's been thru hell and back, it's evident (ay)

East London ah my flesh, yo what more can i say?

Yo, if I'm fucked up and you're fucked up then bro, who's flying the plane?

This is that new afrosurrealist

If you've got a release date, push it the fuck back!!!