Grew up







Grew up a fucking screw-up,

Got introduced to the game

And fucking blew up.

We what?

Cuz we blew up,

We what?

We fucking we blew up

X2




Where I'm from that's what we do cuz

Coke, pills, weed and B,

That's what we move cuz,

From young that's all I knew cuz,

Kicked out by my mum,

Living in the strum where they use drugs,

To numb the pain.

My auntie drunk again,

Yes her Clothes were bummy, yes my boys were cruddy.

But one half of every flow will duppy,

Half of these, quote, unquote,

Spitters.

Only choice was army, or sell coke for killers.

Spent my late teens, watching fiends sniff G's off of broken mirrors.

Now I'm tryna get cream, cah my flow the trillest.

Time to speak, on the shit I kept a secret.

Put my life on it B,

You best believe it.

Spent more time on street, then a protest in Egypt,

Just me, my team a coke press & creatine,

show the process, put P's in.

But that shit was artificial man,

Still the most flavoursome parts, often are the gristle fam

So I put it in a pot watch me start to sizzle fam.

Watch me start to sizzle

Street thirsty for this shot like she popped a half a drizzle gram

Damn




Grew up a fucking screw-up,

Got introduced to the game

And fucking blew up.

We what?

Cuz we blew up,

We what?

We fucking we blew up

X2




We blowing up regardless

Blowing like jihadists

Got full blown rows,

Blowing up the barbers.

Man wanna know who's flow is now the hardest,

Life is a bitch, n she blow me like a cartridge that's dirty,

You don't know the half of the journey,

Been though hardship from early,

At 16 my partners were 30

That don't mean I'm fucking MILF's,

That meant my pockets filled, with notes with drug traces,

Mixed brown and white, like fuck races.

Ya man are known to bust cases.

My boys are known to ride birds & Scream 'light work'.

But we older now, few times they spin the world around,

So I'm a different soldier now, I feel to hold my ground.

And Put a jake in his place, with my knowledge of the law,

I'm a scholar to make ya jaw spin, like a bottle on the floor king,

Or a holla when the 4 ring,

'Pop pop pop'I hear them calling,

Not cos they bust shots,

It's cos the only pics they got pops is his mug shot,

This is for the peep's at the bus stop struggling,

Keep on hustling, I see you, I be you.




Grew up a fucking screw-up,

Got introduced to the game

And fucking blew up.

We what?

Cuz we blew up,

We what?

We fucking we blew up

X2