[Verse 1]

When i was young people'd look at me as a waste man

I was hungry and too busy making waste plans

Building labels so i could one day make grands

Too busy to be joining in on estate gangs

Like every other ute scared ever to make stands

Now with nothing to fill his day but to rate brands

Of beer he drinks after he's emptied eight cans

Just hanging around wherever his mate hangs

Out on ends robbing boys to prove he ain't prang

Forget a line of coke, now that boy takes grams

Roaming the streets until his court case lands

But i can't knock his P's, he makes cans

In a factory, practically

Had his whole life flushed down the tap with ease

But a waste man's what he had to be

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[Hook]

He's that boy who never makes plans

Can't see life past his estate lands

Once sniffed lines now he takes grams

That's what i call a waste man

Had potential to make grands

Now he's running the streets with little bate gangs

Locked behind bars with his fate slammed

That's what i call a waste man

[Verse 2]

He's a waste man, a brush man

The type of guy who's on the ends saying trust fam

I'm making movies, man like me's got enough plans

I know the man that can get me the buff grams

But to him a waste man is that boy jotting

Studying hard, while he's on the road side shotting

Thinking he's top 'cos he rolls with a couple rotten

Scummy brehs on the block, who've long since forgotten

What it means, to ever think or ever have a dream

Minds controlled by what they see in TV magazines

Now all he thinks of is the next bag of green

And his baggy jeans, there's no more sadder scene

Than to see, yet another lost teen missing

Out on his life, so far gone that if in

A years time he hasn't changed, he'll be truely slipping

Could've practice his talents but wasted his time sniffing

Now he'll never blow, like a kite in a box

Should've been making moves but he's lighting up rocks

Fighting in blocks, robbing and taking flight from the cops

Already at too high a height when it stops

Once was the guy who never slips on his grammer

Had dreams of living in the glits and the glamour

Now he thinks of home as he sits in the slammer

Had his freedom taken by two hits from a hammer

[Hook]

He's that boy who never makes plans

Can't see life past his estate lands

Once sniffed lines now he takes grams

That's what i call a waste man

Had potential to make grands

Now he's running the streets with little bate gangs

Locked behind bars with his fate slammed

That's what i call a waste man

[Verse 3]

Skip forward two years, and he's out of prison

Twenty one years old and fully doubts his vision

Of achieving anything with or without precision

Or determination'll work and wishes now he'd listened

'cos what he sees is he was a don back in secondary

But all that respect he gained was gone the second he

Was kicked out, now he's on his ones and secondly

Ain't even got enough for a bus fare to Peckham seeing

Them same neeks, moving with ladies

Driving past him laughing as they cruise in Mercedes

While he's left to bop on his two's going crazy

'cos every job he's tried for gave refuses or maybes

And he knows, he's only gonna make crappy P's

His only choice is to lie between jobs in Maccy D's

Or back on the block, with a rake scrapping leaves

While he see's, at the same time shotters stacking G's

Now he's back on the ends in the hoods habitat

Stress is constant and his drug habbit's back

Seeing as he's surrounded by weed and avid crack

Dealers around the clock, it's like the ends have him trapped

And he's moving as always, back with his friends

Sniffing lines of coke and back with a tens

Of skunk in his boxers shotting back in the trend

'til he's caught with a bag of E and it's back to the pen

[Hook]

He's that boy who never makes plans

Can't see life past his estate lands

Once sniffed lines now he takes grams

That's what i call a waste man

Had potential to make grands

Now he's running the streets with little bate gangs

Locked behind bars with his fate slammed

Now that's what i call a waste man