Ghetto Wisdom

[Intro] (You are now listening to Young Chencs) [Chorus] It's an organisation I'm running, are you listening? Only got here through my knowledge and my wisdom Heard they made a diss track, I really should've dissed them But I was busy in my hot tub, just listening to my system The way that I'm playing is I'm basic I really take the game serious that you can see it in my face When I heard the MOBOs were coming north of the lake I hit my tailor up, told them, "Make it tight around the waist" [Verse 1] I'm not drinking right now, though I'm partial to the taste Call me Don Julio, I like tequila when it's straight We drink 1942 and there's really no delay Plus we do a lot of winning so we like to celebrate Ah, forget that, it's the MOBOs I forget we came up watching this when we were shotting from the polo American dream, that was Scarface and Manolo We're Great British dreaming on the low-low You don't know these streets the way I know these streets, no You don't know defeat the way I felt defeat, bro Yeah, I know these beats, that's why I got a deep flow You can't take my seat unless you've really been broke Me, I've been face-down, bust up, leaking Me, I've been chased down, jucked up, bleeding Unless you seen your mother with a broken nose, don't ever chat to man about your feelings I wouldn't have joined a gang if I really had my family My face would have been fucked if I really wasn't handy Couple times I made a nigga dance like Bambi We came up disposing of the whiskey and the Brandy Now they say I'm ADHD, check my AMG Team I never done a drive-by, but I've had to duck teeth They won't get this lyric cause' it's hot like deep heat I shot trainers, not weed, tell the plug to repeat Man are looking at me like I'm doing tai chi I got couple TKOs on my CV I got the sauce, but I still got dry beef I'm like Freddy to these rappers cah they see me in their sleep She didn't message back 'cause she thinks I'd be a cheat Post a picture of my crib, give it a week, give it a week She said that, "I thought rappers were silly and broke," 'til I pulled up in the bone, now she wants me to give her the D I'm like the black James Bond If they get my government name wrong, I just tell him that it's Aaron When I was hungry, I would catch a man with his chain on And turn him into a sprinter like it was the Dave song But that's bad karma, me, I've had to pay Man pulled out his flick knife, I had to run away He made the mistake of running onto the estate And when I got him on the floor, I broke a brick on his— Ah, forget that, I'm in films now I forget I'm paid like I signed a major deal now I forget I healed from the trauma that I went through There's a bigger picture and lead inside the pencil I bring my pain with me and that's why they wanna listen I just say, "Nizzy," when they ask for my position Them man tried to jump me, I had my blade with me, I didn't flick it 'Cause I don't mind fighting with my fists, it's a miss [Refrain] Am I doing too much, J? Tell me if I'm doing too much (My brother, nah, you're doing too much) Am I going too far, Zykes? Tell me if I'm going too far (My brother, nah, you've gone too far) Do you think that I should chill a bit? (Nah, bro, you're killing it) Do you think I should go in a little more hard? Uh-huh, uh-huh, I said, you're Great British dreaming when you're tryna raise the bar [Verse 2] I bring my pain with me and that's why they wanna listen I just say, "Nizzy," when they ask for my position Them man tried to jump me, I had my blade with me, I didn't flick it 'Cause I don't mind fighting with my fists Me, I'm no stranger to taking couple digs Got my tooth snapped in half by an older and that really took the piss You learn danger when you come up in the mix Visiting my uncle in the mental hospital, I understood the risks See, when your rago ghetto thugged out Takes a toll on your mental health, you better watch out You can end up by bipolar if you go hard You can end up schizophrenic if you're a menace You can end up anxious, paranoid, depressed It's rare that man hang up that bally with no regrets It's rare that man do the shottin' and then say less Me, I thought, "Fuck the bragging, let me save this" I invested in myself 'cause I kept saving up my wages Turns out, it's money over ladies Turns out, it's get your dough up before you're ready to have babies For me to blow up, I'm not gonna lie, it took me ages Call me Noah, I built a boat and done it in stages And Meek Mill's not enough when you're dream chasing I refill the biro and desecrate pages We're NWA like it was the late '80s Zyke (Keep going) Alright, I'll keep flowing Cah this one's bigger than a little grime poem He's pissed off, says I'm acting like I didn't know him I'm big time now, my phone book's forever growing JB (Yo) Should I stop? (No) Should I take 'em back? (Show 'em what you got, bro) I never told 'em that I cried when my mom was in a hostel Sat listening to ghetto gospel But if there's no pain, there's no gain And if there's no sunny days, then there's no such thing as the cold rain The struggle made us insane But if you get your vision right, you'll complete the full game [Chorus] It's an organisation I'm running, are you listening? Hope they pay attention, I call this "Ghetto Wisdom" I heard they made a diss track, I really should have dissed them But I was busy in my hot tub, just listening to my system The way that I'm playing is I'm basic I really take the game seriously, you can see it in my face When I heard the MOBOs were coming north of the lake I hit my tailor up, told them, "Make it tight around the waist" [Refrain] Did I too much, J? Tell me if I've done too much (My brother, nah, you done too much) Did I go too far, Zykes? Tell me if I went too far (My brother, nah, you went too far) Do you think I should have chilled a bit? (Nah, bro, you killed this shit) Do you think I should have gone a little more hard? Uh-huh, uh-huh, they say you're Great British dreaming when you're tryna raise the bar