Fuji

[Verse 1] New directions, new vibrations Shirt and tie, no blazer in court 'cause I only wear suits on special occasions Need it all but I'm too impatient Took an L and I'm ragin' Drivin' ban, so I'm sittin' at station Then I went and got bro from station Gettin' on a bus like a man's not famous Dad always said, "Mind how you step" Don't get caught in dumb places Where the only option is life or death 'Cause I know that you'll fight to the death, son But don't you have to Too many souls ties will you all up in knots like bantu I reap what I sow but a man grew You don't know all of the things that I ran through You don't know all of the people I brang through You don't know half of the things that we can do I don't why these old school man come back and act brand new You don't the reason why I'm off the main road and on the back route You don't know the guy that I'm tryna get back to I've had my peace, I need it back We've done our work, we need our bags If you can't cook, don't eat with man Will leave man spun like ceilin' fans I'm Black and strong, that's who I am For my people thats on brand Know your role and know your plan I've done my time, ain't holdin' back [Interlude] (For now, mi just have fun with this) (For now, just have fun with this) [Verse 2] Stepped in clean, different entrance But the difference is, I did it on my own I don't need acceptance There's too many man in the game already no time for a begfriend or yes men See snakes in the grass already, my brother, just careful and mind where you step deh Crabs in the bucket but they're lookin' for the ladder Drag a man down if you see him with his hand up Badman still got manners in the manor Bow for an aunty and smile for the camera P's and Q's, can't trip, won't slip Judgement day might come with a hammer Different kinda sentencin' if you did the crime, don't mention it Silent, stop all the flexin' shit Still got opps that I can't forgive Backroad main road, it is what is Check mumzy, then back to the sticks I'm a simple man, not a simpleton They deal with me, I don't with them Don't trust a man that says "trust me" too much Real ones know how to deal with them Babylon fire extinguishin' Put 'em out, don't help, don't heal, don't serve, chuck 'em out Try call my phone, tell em that I'm not about the foolishness Mindin' mine, I got new business, solo one, I got no witness Bolo one on a fitness ting, got the weight of the world on my shoulders ting Two more reps, then I'm done with this [Interlude] Bish (Bish), bash (Bash), bosh (Bosh) It's for the culture Okay [Verse 3] You know my ting on a Marcus Garvey one I don't give a fuck who likes man nowadays, mate, as long as my family does I've been on the maddest grind, I am set for life I've been gettin' my money up I sat on the sidelines for a hundred and ninety months Listenin' to all these lyin' cunts Thousands of rappers are killers (How?) Somebody's lyin', bruv The murder rate ain't high enough I'm tired of all of these diet thugs About man's sellin' and buyin' drugs Shootin' cheffin' and flyin' cunch Ah, like a man that's goin' bald in the corners It's just not linin' up I got the Midas touch, my sides are rough Another one bites the dust, like Freddie sang it Many slashings, Freddy level Mercury's in retrograde Heavy metal screams, every several days Any level, stage, any devil, sage Life threw lemons at me, I made lemon cake Then I washed it all down with lemonade The record labels gave me nothin' But my attitude was fuck 'em I'm from Kensal, on my Denzel I'm from 'round the way, I'm leavin' here with somethin' Spoke to loads of A&R's Most of them were chattin' rubbish 'Cause they would rather constitute and contribute to our community's destruction So it's 80/20 on the split, did it indie, had to put up couple hundred Never take a big advance, then recoup it fast, payments come in monthly Ask PIAS if I done it, ask the people that I brung in Ask my accountant how much dough I've had to pay to HM Revenues and Customs Let's cut the crap, I cut the mustard I do the track, approve the budget They gave me album of the year Now album of the decade, I'm in that discussion And listen I ain't talkin' hip-hop I ain't talkin' grime I'm talkin' all the genres Listen, I ain't talkin' Europe or Americas I'm talkin' all the continents It's a madness when you check it My ends on badness every section Big nanks and handguns as the weapons I've seen the baddest man get ended If the devil had his way, you would never, ever hear me rap this sentence 'Cause when it reaches boiling point All it takes is one shot in your adolescence Вар!