Lemme go back to the grassroots old days passing half zoots
Jokes at the back of the classroom
Back then all the mandem gave less fucks
Than Stephen Hawking had dance moves
Memory lane come pass through
Where you see aunts on hard food
And my bossman got hard food patties on deck
It come like them man tryna ask you
Where you from akh? What ends
You're on violence? to what ends? Never jumped on road cah really Where would I bang for what ends?
Moved bare times inna Lambeth thassa tangent lemme skip that one Penny up game lick that one
Eviction notice rip that one
While all them man got bored I was just bored
It came on the cob any time I had corn
Hostel had the kids wifi so I used VPN when I try watch
I was misguided
Used to rob for the money to buy chips
Man can't judge unless they were walking alone through life
Just like I did
Back when it was Kendrick Loski HNDRXX Showkey
Parties in ends got pokey lowkey
I was in the cut just plottin' on how I could
Play my role to a Roley
Doley my mind was thinking Medusa
I wanted my whole clique Stoney
But my bredrin would get too bloody with a mask on his face
He was like Mick Foley
Ceecee back with the deep heat like Aboniki
Still out 'ere man might see me up on these streets
You seen my EP? they stream me on repeat
Remember the days of the 8
School when fool friends stayed with the blade
Knew then few men made for the gates
And it wasn't for me so I stayed in my lane
Praise to the Lord cah none of my mates with the sword
Done met their end today
Shit on the ends won't end today
So I pick up my pen and I entertain
Man ask how I write my raps
How I glide on tracks and slide like that
My life on wax ain't lies it's fax
I cry in the pad when I write it's mad cah
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