Rude Boy - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Ghetts]

I've been through hell and back, selling crack in these depressing flats

With a weapon that were cheap, because the deaded man would ease

I remember back then even though my memory's bad

I ain't forgetting that

Dat all on my Reeboks, cocoa and that cheap pot

Popo don't wanna ease up, I'm a no-showing police snuck

Back door or window, catch me? I don't think so

I don't know what you've been told, but (rudeboy)

Hear me nah, hear me nah, I'm well known in my area

In my area I'm well-known, 6'1", twelve stone

GH, J Clarke, I set pace, you take part

Braveheart to the motherfucking graveyard

Rude boy, boy, rude boy

Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy

Rude boy, boy, rude boy

Rude, ru-ru-rude, rude boy

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier

I've been through hell and back, so when I'm round friends I brag (about)

The things I never had (around), my first crimes were snatching leather bags (in town)

I was never bad, then there was an effect that peer pressure had

I ain't forgetting that

Front line in that corner, before gun crime was the norma

Was front line with a bora, mum crying I'm out of order

Telling me I'm like my dad was, I just wanted a better status

So I could leave my bike there with no padlock, back when I never had an alias

Old school rudeboy, ruffneck soldier