[Intro]

Yeah

Like, I heard Snipekeedo's Real Talk

I heard Big Rem's Real Talk

I thought "bruv, we've got a lot to say too" (I swear)

Just listen, bruv

[Verse 1]

I had to do this

The reason being 'cause I've got a lot to say

And my dad told me "son

Stick to your music 'cause jail is not the way"

But the reason I shot the grade

Is 'cause the underdogs do not get paid

I used to make a little change from the parties

But then the gang fights locked the raves

So the promoters stopped the raves

Ask N.E, I've been hot from day

I was gonna quit, it's hard to get through

Then Remer said, "Littles I've got a way"

So I thought fuck it, I've gotta stay

I'm in the game now, so I've gotta play

But who's there to support me

When most of the mandem's locked away?

And somebody's kid got shot today

Think what the parents have gotta face

Oi, Alex, has a day gone past

When I ain't thought of you, fam? Not a day

And fam, there will never be

You'll be in my memory forever, G

And to the mandem in jail

Don't take it to heart if I ain't writ you a letter, B

It's just that I don't know what to say

And I don't know what to write

Because I'm on the road all free

And you're in HMP all locked in time

And little bro, I know you look up to me

But please don't follow my footsteps

Just go to school and do your work

And get the best grades you could get

And you know your big brother's a hood rep

So don't worry about getting good creps

Because if you get grades and get a job

Just think of the shit you could get

[Chorus]

I wish that I could find me a spaceship and fly (Fly)

Fly (Fly)

[Verse 2]

Young Dot, keep doing your thing

P Money, stop screwing and grin

Oi, N.E, it's only music, fam

No need to buss off your ting

Oi, Remer, I heard your Real Talk

And you said you're a teacher

But Essentials went pear shaped

And you broke up, fam, what are you trying to teach us?

Alright, you needed a breather

But you man didn't have to leave us

So while all them man from East ate bread

We was left to eat crusts

And you was on the road, tryna get rich

And I was on the game, tryna get big

But now we're all one team

So tell me, who's gonna rep this?

And there's a few things that I let slip

And there's a few lies that I'll let live

I need to stick to my music

And stay off the roads and stop getting arrested

[Chorus]

I wish that I could find me a spaceship and fly (Fly)

Fly (Fly)

[Verse 3]

Yeah, I'm a young white MC

So they compare me with Scratchy, Devlin and L. Man

But I don't wanna be the best white MC

I wanna be the best in the world, fam

But if I don't make it in music

I don't know, where will I be?

And Blacks, you know that we're boys for life

So when you eat, I eat

And when I eat, you eat

And we'll get there on our two feet

But no one wants to open the doors

So they game will end up dying through [?]

And Wiley told me, "Littles

There's money to make in music"

So it's either stay on the streets or the beats

But, fam, you better choose it

I got talent, I've gotta use it

And you know I'm in love with the music

And you know that I'm sick on the mic

Hazardous Sessions, fam, I proved it

And if you wanna beef me

I'll be at the top, come meet me

I'm finally moving now

Thanks to Bossman, Logan and Cheeky