Galahad

[Intro]

(Ayo, Twintwo, this is a bad boy beat)

You expect of me a speech?

I have only one to give

All men are born to die, we know it

We carry it with us always

If your day be today

[Verse 1]

Can someone tell me does this feel real?

Little Frenchy weren't the real deal

Lying 'bout his brother, don't believe him it's all spilled milk

If I saw him, then I'd wrap him like a meal deal

Grab him by his collar, scruff his hair up, make him feel ill

Little white boy, acting gully, needs a chill pill

Haning round with people for the image, it don't feel real

Just got to laugh and keep the real sealed

Just silly little cunts, how could you ever fucking kill Bill?

Never could they kill me

Had to see my brother die from heroin, it's filthy

Like fuck I feel so guilty

(The) streets they never built me

I swear they made it worse, first it was my aunty

Then my brother in that fucking hearse

Think I'd lie about the stupid little life I've lived

Moved to England, showed my cousins all the knives I hid

And all the ones they bought

I remember days when I was shooting out the window with his rifle, when I was feeling bored

But you would understand

Cause your just such a little gangster in your head, I guess you lived it on your Instagram

Six foot two face scars, from the scraps I've had

Stone cold eyes from my battles, like I'm Galahad

Or maybe Lancelot

I'm pretty handy with my sword, but you can't ask a lot

Pussy go and dance it off

I raise a glass to god

If they knew just how it felt to be a Catholic, where I'm from

You'd keep it out your gob

[Verse 2]

I got Saint Michael on my shoulder through my darkest times

Been through war, I've held a body, now my brothers died

Your life's been hard, but your excuses eat you up inside

My life's been tricky, but shit happens, I just grab the mic

Close my eyes

Hear you laughing in the background of this image

In my head when you were still alive

Stars align

I've got courage in my blood, I'm the descendant of a king, that's on my mother's side

And when I get a hold of a gun

I wanna shoot my rival straight in his lungs, and drive away to the sun

Sorry mum, I know you listen, I'm done

I guess I'm working on myself, when I run, but I'm a crazed little cunt

Might be smoking a blunt, or maybe fighting for fun

If you knew my situation, then it's father to son

My older brother was drunk, but even he had more about him than these industry bums, the party's only begun

Sorry Obi, have I said something wrong?

Don't wanna' start to hurt their feelings, with the bars in my songs

Don't want to hit them in the nerve, and tangle up with their thong

'Cause I can mix a bath with acid, if it evers goes wrong

Grab the fucker by his legs, and bring them others along

And then I chuck them in the potion, like I'm Wizard of Oz, fuck it

I'm only messing of course, if you're my enemy, then strengthen your doors

Unless you're ready for war

[Verse 3]

It's funny how I felt this way from the start, the cheeky fuckers never played in a part

But still they ask in advance, all them favours I create in the dark

But when I'm lost, they can't relay me a path, I just sit back and I laugh

Grab the missus a glass, might stick on the televison while the zoots getting passed, hold a marvelous arse

All my life I've walked towards the mirage, and I ain't stoppin' like affordable cars

I'm a G not a star, I'm a G not a beg

I think their parents didn't realize when they dropped on their head

'Cause if you think you're getting rich from masturbating in bed

Then you're a silly little prick, that('ll) never see the success

I made a way for the rest, every track I molest

Used to shot along the ocean, with some ***** like a pest, fuck a snitch to the death

It's been a difficult year, but I ain't stopping for no typical tears, so grab a spliff and a beer