Just my life




They been doubting on the champ,

Since I sold ounces of the dank,

Since I rolled powders in pants,

Had a Trouser full of shanks

Council houses full of plants,

You know we're out here,

Know we so bout it.

You should call me master P,

Them times I was all about the drama B

I would tell the youngers, if karma calls,

And ask for me, 'you say you ain't seen me'

80's baby raised by the T.V,

See Ma was working shift,

I was writing but the verse was ish,

I would play truant just to search for chicks,

But they would say I'm too rough around them times,

I was playing tupac.

Peeps were getting moved up

Postcode wars were getting too nuts.

Then my mummy moved us away from the area,

But by then I was like a stray terrier.

I would always come home to where the guns blow,

Where the skunk smoke lingers in the stairwell and

Feds pat us down like sisters using hair gel.




This is my life, that's all I have to give.

Just my life

That's all I have to give my

That's all I have to give

Ain't a rapper

X4







Lighting spiffs eating Tavuk shish,

You know the change been miraculous,

Who thought we'd ever graduate from the bullshit,

Still I'll forever ever clap these brey's with a full clip

Yes I'd rather rap it trill,

Then aim for the mass appeal,

You know you lame, you know you ain't rapping real,

You know these days having deals,

Means selling ya soul, means telling ya girl.

That you owned by another man.

Me I never been no runner fam,

Like Nas at the Summerjam,

My act is controversial,

on track I'm like a Churchill.

Forever ready for war.

Ya bredders petty, ya draws

Little puppy, mummy should have kept you indoors

You ain't ready for road dog.

You ain't kept aryan in you sock,

Various nefarious dough plots,

Ain't been belly with no gwop,

Seen Rastafarian grow-ups

This is for the areas where most shops double as deli's.







This is my life, that's all I have to give.

Just my life

That's all I have to give my

That's all I have to give

Ain't a rapper

X4