[Intro]

It's

Santan

Tsh, pshh

ST, look

[Verse]

I see a lot of man let their jealousy creep in

Watch who you eat with, the girls that you sleep with

Watch who you talk with, walk with, speak with

The first to the motives, and last to the meetings

Ha, all I know is how to work, bruv

Start off as a worker, and that's just how it works, bruv

When I was tryna work, niggas never tried to turn up

But when it's time to turn up, everybody turns up

And I don't know what I was thinking with the tweets about the searches

But when Harry got murdered

Man was so emotional, tryna find solutions

I had some good intentions, but I guess I couldn't word them

And life's so funny

I got a message saying that the streets don't love me

The streets don't love you

If you died today, they wouldn't donate to your fuckin' GoFundMe

A lot of man hate me, but man can't touch me

That's why I gotta chuckle, I'm a Poet, no Chuckie

My mummy tryna wake me up for college in the morning

Is the only time a human on this earth has ever rushed me

Pshh, boy, it's true

I tell them yutes that skunk weed is gonna poison you

All you wanna do is go and score a point or two

It's ironic everybody's got a point to prove

When we were young, we never listened to them older man

How you beefing man if you don't even know the man?

Before you poke a man, you man wanna expose a man

All for some Instagram clout on Exposing Gangs

Pshh, so what's gangster then?

'Cause I don't really know if I'm honest

When we were young, we had dreams of being bosses

Ballers, doctors, lawyers in a office

So how did that turn into droppin' out of college

Snaps in a prison cell, bodies in a coffin?

London is cursed, this city's got a problem

My bro ain't got a bird, he got an ostrich, a fucking life sentence

So don't talk about experience, I say what I want and that's period

My team serious, I still got a squad full of lifers

From Dovegate to Isis, freedom is priceless

And I see a lot of man tryna draw me out

I feel the tension in the air when I walk around

But would you rather be the person talkin'

Or the person doing all the things that people talk about?

Scratch that, I ain't with the backchat

My mum calls me David, girls call me Santan

And fam, I don't give a fuck if you're a badman

You madman, the only guy I'm dodgin' is the tax man

They say that fame is a game and it's true

'Cause if you say the wrong word, then everybody wants to hang man

Ask Serge about the times that I had, man

I brought the fam together like when Tommy got the black hand

And if you got a good girl, you need to keep her close

And let her in, because the difference is

When things hit the fan, they're gonna disappear

All them side chicks and all them mistresses

All your broskis and your affiliates

And all the man that you were standing in the pictures with

They ain't visitin' 'cause they ain't got a thing to give

I'm a hypocrite

But that line between stoppin' it and livin' it

I'm sitting in the thick of it

You would think I told my boys to come party in South

'Cause this year I said we need to touch Bigga Fish

Too many yutes are dying, and I'm sick of it

[Outro]

Uh, got it