Warm Up Session [SBTV]

Listen, fuckin look, cool

My life's hectic, i just went from rapping
For expression to chats
With Jamal Edwards and I'm
Just getting started
I couldn't quantify my vision
Nor explain my hardship
While we come a long way
From Tenison's and Brixton Market
Where do I begin? I'll start
Just after my brother's case
When the judge threw him life
I swear it still hasn't
Touched my brain and that
Will come with pain
Travel in that thunder rain
Grindin' when that summer came
We bagged and tagged a hundred eighths
And I started shottin' I'm not a
Gangster I won't tell you lies
I've been dead and alive from
Football to peddling white
My school excluded me for minor crimes
I grind for mine my group went 20 to 5
Investing in semi's and nines
Teachers used to love me, Rapz & Jussy
We went from Lucozade's to ah, that's
The good, the bad, the ugly
I couldn't tell you 'bout a light offence
Quiet in Year 9 and 10
With a flick shank in English like this
Life is 'Of Mice and Men'
I could feel myself changing, as I
Started ageing, my mind started fading
And my back started aching
Year 11 fought depression popping
Pills inside my lessons
Yes I smile but I was stressing
Music's such a blessing so much spare time
I put that music in my plan
I taught myself to play piano, I
Put that music in my hands
Then I lost her to diabetes man
I do this for my gran it's better yet
I never said that I do this
For my Dad but I do
I do this for my older brother too
It went from us seeing Chris to
Me and Mum seeing you
Now two brothers in the prison that
Had me feeling the next way
Why? Cos word to God my g
Died on the next day
Imagine tryna' bang your music
But them channels, they were
Clueless that you're broke beyond
Your wildest dreams
TT's used to shout 'em fiends
And needs the food
So that message was an SOS on SMS
If he's acting we clap 'em like SFX
Girls call me a waste of time, cos I ain't
Tryna' make her wife or go on dates
But if you think about it
Them girls are wasting mine
I need a stable mind
Drop me out your useless beef
I just spent a grand on cab and
Then I spent two on teeth
All I wanted was some words of wisdom
Guidance and the love is
Real, all them olders showed me
How to do is steal, sell drugs and kill
I came to them with problems
And they encouraged me to touch the steel
I said I needed P's they
Tried to send me cunch
It's fucking real that
Them niggas think they're putting on
For you by buying chains
Try and send that gold
To a mum that has to buy a grave
Try and send that silver
To a prisoner that's riding eight
A prisoner that's riding ten they ride
On us we ride on them
We ride and miss we ride again
They wonder why we're rago
My generation's plateau'd
We had burners from young like Alexandre Pato
Them niggas couldn't come my yard, so
Why'd you think my younguns up-front
Like Huntelaar
Running errands like I had three feet
I've been tryna' get my mum a yard
Feeling like I can't breathe
Life in South London's hard
I think back I should blaze 'em fam
Niggas try to claim me
When I couldn't put in for a pizza
Dem olders they wouldn't pay for man
My dog's have got rabies fam
See that yout'? Raid his gaff
With a rusty ready to send her
Son to God like Abraham
Den manna don't speak to them
And I ain't got beef with them
I just keep my moves in house like 120 bpm
And blacks are the richest
But we mis manage riches we have gold, oil
Coal and earth and we ended up the victims
Most Arabs and Jews, inherit land
Riches or property but as a black in
South London I inherit madness and poverty
They won't teach you how to get a job
But they teach you how to use a stick
Leave school, sell food, make p's
You know the usual things
Till' you're eighteen with ten grand and
Now you don't know what to
Do with it, and your donnies they
Want a chunk of it
So now you let a Luger spit
I never came from a broken home
System came and broke
My home and now my bro's
Are sitting in cells, like chromosomes
I hope the dough, don't tear us
Apart, but I know the roads
I know my bro's got love for me I
Love them back I know the code
Brother would you ride for me?
Or are you like these lying guys who say
That they're the starscream
But when they see the iron hide
Brother would you check me on
My birthday and grind on
My worst day? Or was all this a lie
In the worst way?
Would you kill me for a million?
Would you turn me for the p's?
Would you lead me to die
If I got burnt in the beef?
And if my name got tarnished
Would you disown me for the roads?
Or would you roll with me regardless 'cause
You know that we are bros?
Listen, brother would you ride for me? I
Ain't asking you to ride for shit
The roads are for these hyped up pricks
A couple man have died for this yeah