GMO

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]

New flow, ayy, yeah

Baby Skye, come and give your dad a dance

Cuh you love me for my future, not my shattered past

And you trust me with your future, I'm a man at last

So if I ever break a promise or it seems that I'm dishonest

You can clap me in the forest in your camouflage, I'm playing

Daddy's always playing like every day it's raining

My son Skye on a cloudy day keep reigning

Didn't nobody say this shit would be smooth sailing

Lately I've been in a mood

It's like every day I hit the juice

Then listen to another million tunes

And hear how the Feds are still killing youts

It's funny how the bigger picture always gets the little views

Imagine if a senior really tried to kill the kid in you

Tried to put the lid on you

Tried to stop the water that was flowing through your physical

Man, I hope these critics eat their words 'til they're critical

My first plan was just to make my first grand

Now the rasta man wan' see my first grand-

Child, I can hold it, I can teach it words and

And every weekend I'll take the fam to Kervans

I'm 3-2, only thing I'm missing is a wife

I'm a workaholic, all I'm missing is the time

I just want the qualities my mum brought to my life

I want that old-fashioned woman with that new-fashioned type

That's nice

[Verse 2: Avelino]

Yeah, let's go

Keep it real, all those who keep it real

Yeah, I don't give a fuck, at least it's real

Free Adidas without an Adidas deal

All down to my aura, I just wanna know how Rita feel

Can't lie, I never saw what we're becoming coming

Just the other day, the exit looked so welcoming

They want it for free until you wanna sell something

That's why I look up to 3, 'cause he went on to sell something

Mandem gotta be great, good enough is good for nothing

Had bare girls, never fell in love, I stood for something

This is their world, I know it never was, I wish it wasn't

Ironic how we needed machines to push the button

Now we got technology

I'ma get a rap verse in an anthology

I'ma be the one they wanna be, I won't call them wannabes

If I wasn't me, I'm the one I'd wanna be

'Cause they got dead lines, I'll come through in time

Meanwhile, I'm rapping 'bout emotions I ain't been through in time

In my yard where family members ain't come through in time

So I just locked myself away like I was doing time, yeah

I know you felt 'em, I've got bars all day

I wish I was around in F64 days

What I'd do in a day'd take you 64 days

Had Mega Drive back in N64 days

[Verse 3: Youngs Teflon]

Open conversation with brothers who used to bang out

And we agree on always to get the gang out

Normal travel at my shows, can bring the fam out

These rappers claim their circle's tight, I'd rather stand out

I was born for this ting, my six words, I'm Wretch

Went and made my own Av, I'm no longer on the bench

Attitude poor, I dress nice to cover up the stench

I'm just a vision of these places that I went

Getting pounds for my pence, was taught to stand tall

I never sat on no fence, and when the sign said "no ball games"

I hid eighths in the door frames

'Cause I was fed up of the poor games

And Mummy smiled when she seen me on the TV now

But I'm just an IC3, wow

Got stopped the other day on the mains by some Feds dressed plain

And somebody drove past playing my CD loud

You wanna see 'em right now, I'm kind of feeling

Wanted to hold me down but I don't want no ceilings

They're tryna find a meaning, I'm just tryna find a reason

Nowadays I love my own company, it's just the season

I said "I really want some kids"

She said "you're still acting like a kid"

But I just wanna feel alive

'Cause now these kids are killing kids