Where I'm At

Yo, look, look

This ain't tennis babe, I ain't tryna find love

Five pagan bruddas, five riders [?] fire slugs

I ain't scared of funny guys, I'm good, God willing

Thinking that you're dark on your block, I get it lighting up

I met a chick, had me thinking she's the one

She was living out of ends when I saw her at a [?]

I could've gone and introduced her to my mum

But instead we stopped talking over nothing, it was dumb

But my life's still calm, I've still got my health B

Fake friends wanting handsout, they never helped me

In and out my yard house, tryna make my mula pop

Every young gunner with a stunner wanna rule the block

Black when I'm out, fam I've always got the sutting

Late nights working it ain't shapes that I'm cutting

Big mouth Spanish bezzie on her knees, ucking

Youngers on call cah the fiends keep clucking

The hood's like a maze, I'm gonna find the way

Soul's feeling shadowed, getting colder by the day

I used to live in Bricky, I was running round mad

N-Gage in a manbag with a slag

I don't trust anyone, not even my family

Life is like a movie, funny, want the parodies

I never wanna slip so I'm aggy with a bag on me

I'd rather ride a bird than get hurt with the agony

Never been a flower man, I'm fully on my job

Got some youngens on the pedals that will hoot it on the spot

The little bruddas chirping, they be in and out the spot

Got my shirt off in the summer, bare ice 'cause it's hot

You talk about my life but you're living like a flannel

You think you're CSI, brudda go and change the channel

Beefing with some dickheads, it ain't nothing I can't handle

I'm handling the handle, get to burning like a candle

Let a fassi have it, leave him open like a sandal

No rating bruddas that are singing like [?]

Fist fights, I'll chin a brudda straight into the mantle

I'll finesse him on the pitch, I'm finna hit him at an angle

I'm Neymar on the pitch, I got skills with the flick

In my girls ride, they don't ride for a chick

Stay scheming, Kyle slide through my pitch

I'll tell him stay scheming cah I'll ride for my clique

I used to keep it humble then got taken for a mug

Now I'm boxing up these dickheads now I'm fully on my crud

You saw my bunch of bruddas, you'll be thinking that it's mud

If my bruddas get a touch then I'm burning off a slug

No lacking, no meds, no snitching, no feds

Bucked a brudda's BM and I beat her in his own bed

Talking like you're cruddy, home invasions

Me, X, Jay, we got local pagans

So just remember if you want it then it's on

Man we're fully on our action like lyrics in a song

You're cracking then it's cracking, I ain't hearing that it's long

Skinny brudda really but the metal's moving strong

Tune full of crud but I'll back my statements

You bruddas writing statements

Herb doctor, I ain't used to patience

If Danny's got the sutting then he'll use it blatant

Danny, sho', bang