I just feel like, this is going to be one of the best real rap takes that the UKs ever had
And that’s not me boasting like
I put my heart and soul into this bro
But every time I keep trynna finish this tape I keep going back to jail bro and it’s slowing me down
Where as now, I’m focused
Just, me bro from Little Hulton f#ckin’ ell bro its f#cking crazy bro you know what I mean?
I gotta’ take this opportunity, I’m not messing about man
I’ve always been a hoods hottest
Real street kid bro I got my hood poppin’
Robbed boxes and got my whole hood shottin’
Beef come up but my whole f#ckin’ hood shoties
Had this whole town under manors f#ck the gossip
Police spent a million pounds just to ban me from it
Gang ordеrs put my friends and my family on it
Put my city on the map and no one thankеd me for it
From the home of coke addicts and young alcoholics
Everybody’s hurt and theyre tryna’ block it
Hooked on drugs and they can’t stop it
Used to serve em on the corner where the SPAR shop is
Banned from town said I can’t go back
But I still had my town on smash
Went to war seen my whole town grass
I was tryna’ get my whole town whacked
Ask their mum and dads bro if this is just rap
From the front door man got snatched
Tied and gagged and thats just facts
So f#ck all raps and f#ck the chat
Cos I was 25 before I f#cking rapped came home banged straps
And they took me back
And on my own I did it
And on my own I did it
Told em’ in prison but pricks didn’t listen
Left them gates and won my mission
To put myself in this position
Make the transition convict to musician
Convict to musician
Got myself in the charts won heart with my lyrics
In front of major labels and I’m pitchin’ my vision
Came at me screaming ‘BRO YOU DID IT!’
Smashing up his pad watching me on television
Told him it’s for us my brother and don’t give in
When your in a cell it’s hard to stay driven
On the wing with the robbers and the killers
Two hundred dead souls alive not livin’
Screws conspire analyse and listen
I game with my life I’m not a tight rope skipping
Someone tell the estate that I ain’t changed on ’em
And I’m sad that I got took away from ’em
Committed crimes and I had to pay for ’em
I miss the dirty walls remember wrote my name on ’em
Spar grove that’s where I got my name poppin’
That’s where I robbed thingey’ I ain’t name droppin’
Me and Kane plottin’ no shottin’ straight robbin’
Someone tell the estate that I ain’t changed on ’em
Just a peasent from Chedworth Crescent
Smoked weed since the age of seven
Little menace I was skipping lesson
Jumped the gate at dinner Mr Povey stressin’
Harrop was my first school Broadwalk my second
Never made it to year 11
Cos I was in the juves reppin’
A wing on the ones in pad seven
This part of britain ain’t great
Teen pregnancy minimum wage
The land of shattered dreams teachers used to say
Steal our star that’s how we were raised
Kids sell work before they learn a trade
Child neglect parents eyes are glazed
And if your going through the struggle then I feel ya’ pain
Just know it’s never too late to make a change
And this ones for little Wes
Rest in peace Elaine
And this ones for little L free him out the cage
This ones for ??? for keeping me safe
I was young on the run she’d always give me a place
Anytime I was hungry always give me a plate
And this ones for moo man I miss my little mate
Smack needles on the street where we used to play
I’m talkin’ about Old Lane Eastern Way
Little Hulton is my town and I’m proud to say
This ones for everyone from back in the day
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