Yo
They keep labelling me a rapper
I ain't no rapper
I'll tell you that * for free, man
I'm just a product of my environment, man
One foot in, one foot out
You just hear it in the elevator
The *, remember
It's the old way thing, naturally
Free my life, it's free my strikers
Get me
Don't hold a HMP
Keep the rapists, keep the snitches
We don't need them
That way
It's a party
They tried to label me a rapper
I don't know what that means
I never made it main stage
I never been in them scenes
You would've thought my life changed
A hundred million streams
But I'm still posted on the wing
Just surrounded by fiends
And I'm still posted in my soul
Razor blade in my jeans
And I ain't posting no girl
If she ain't only my queen
If I never went to jail
Would she hold her
To the machine
People calling me insane
But I was stuck in my teens
Young and dumb, immature
Not the one to provoke
Loaded skeng in a drawer
Another one in my coat
A load of blood on the floor
Cause I got poked in his throat
So now I pray my the wars
And hope my sins get revoked
Cause they be knocking at the door
To say my time soon come
If they let me out the gates
Would I still bust my gun?
If they kept me in a cage
Would I stay or run?
But there's one that won't change
That's why I love my mum
Cause I got big goals, ambitions
Planning all these damn missions
But I'm in a damn prison
Getting all these damn visions
Visiting all these damn prisons



All talking bout money and hoes
Got smokes on the wing
Chasing money from these damn kittens
Big goals, ambitions
Planning all these damn missions
But I'm in a damn prison
Getting all these damn visions
Visiting all these damn prisons


All talking bout money and hoes
Got smokes on the wing
Chasing money from these damn kittens
I'm really outside
It ain't as real as it seems
Laid down in my cell
I had a million dreams
Aye, tell me a secret
I ain't spilling your beans
Tried to do me for the
But I said it weren't me
I put my hat down low
When I'm cutting through the block
He got robbed
And he said it weren't nothing
No, he got robbed

But it was, I got young boys sitting up in jail just because
They stepped outside and got gripped by the block
Life's just a question of time, 13 I built lines
No change cause the blind lead the blind
Police at my mum's door time after time
But that's part of the game when you grind how I grind
Label me the lead role, I know what it means
Sent runners to the shop, they were hitting my fiends
Went jail and got hench, I can't fit in my jeans
I put a tuna in my sock and I hit him up clean
Big goals, ambitions, planning all these damn missions
But I'm in a damn prison getting all these damn visions
Visit cool, talking about money and hoes
Got smokes on the wing chasing money from these damn kittens
Big goals, ambitions, planning all these damn missions
But I'm in a damn prison getting all these damn visions
Visit cool, talking about money and hoes
Got smokes on the wing chasing money from these damn kittens
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