Broken Homes - Intellectual

[Chorus: Morrisson]

Council housin', you know how it goes

Run down estates and broken homes

Bro used to pray but he don't anymore

'Cause he give up on god, little bro lost hope

Man throw sims into mobile phones

EE, Lyca or Vodafone

Then I jump on the motorway and go to O

Like tell mum I love her if I don't come home

Council housin', you know how it goes

Run down estates and broken homes

Bro used to pray but he don't anymore

'Cause he give up on god, little bro lost hope

Man throw sims into mobile phones

EE, Lyca or Vodafone

Then I jump on the motorway and go to O

Likе tell mum I love her if I don't comе home

Like tell mum I love her if I don't come home

Man throw sims into mobile phones

EE, Lyca or Vodafone

Then I jump on the motorway and go to O

Like tell mum I love her if I don't come home

[Verse 1: Morrisson]

Trap phone ringin', that's the devil that's callin'

I answered his call like "Hello, good morning."

Can't believe you sold me a dream and I bought it

Now I'm stressed out, wishin' that I didn't

I shoulda' knew better, now I'm feelin' like a victim

The life that you sold me was all glitz and glamour

But the life that you give me had me sittin' in prison

He sold me sun, then he gave me rain

He sold me pleasure, then he gave me pain

He sold me a life where your friends stick together

Then he gave me a life where your mates turn snake

He sold me love, then he gave me hate

He sold me freedom and gave me a cage

He sold me loyalty, then gave me betray

Then he sold me a good life and gave me a bad one

Then he sold me a good girl and gave me a bad one

But I'm cool with that, so I won't complain about that one

He promised me I'm gonna be rich and racked up

All I gotta do is just stick to this trap stuff

Ten years later I'm still in this bando

Tryna get rid of all this devils dandruff

Eleven years later I'm still on a mad one

Hangin' out of ding-dong whips with handguns

Twelve years later I'm still gettin' followed by the Old Bill

They still wanna put me in handcuffs

Thirteen years later I still got money in the mattress

Still can't put it with bankers

Fourteen years later I'm still sellin' packs in the hood

And I still ain't got time for this rap stuff

[Chorus: Morrisson]

Council housin', you know how it goes

Run down estates and broken homes

Bro used to pray but he don't anymore

'Cause he give up on god, little bro lost hope

Man throw sims into mobile phones

EE, Lyca or Vodafone

Then I jump on the motorway and go to O

Like tell mum I love her if I don't come home

Man throw sims into mobile phones

EE, Lyca or Vodafone

Then I jump on the motorway and go to O

Like tell mum I love her if I don't come home

[Verse 2: Jordan]

Hate and anger, that's what I inherited

Shit, [?] a therapist, specialist shit

I've been through them devilish

Climbed that mountain Everest

Drop my first track and I blew what terrorists

Manifested 'til I fuck celebrities

Clean hearted, kind I'm generous

Done that with affirmations and energies

From the dirty North, we don't know about gettin' licked

Go to war, strapped up, let metal rip

Now I sell tickets, but Kane what sellin' sniff

Hammer in a sock back then I was pressin' it

How does a good man turn degenerate?

How does a happy home turn so derelict?

Can't survive off them benefits

Interests, loans, don't care what your credit is

Get you in debt send collectors threatening

She was a good mum, clothed and fed her kids

Now mum sells sex and smokes heroin

Pretty young girl, she was smart and feminine

Caught her reflection, started tremblin'

Answered the door, almost let the Devil in

Now her teeth's all rot, and she lost her melanin

Eight years old playin' wi' my bro strapped, that was way back then in '03

Twenty years deep in the street little man

Man you're chattin' to a triple OG

As I sold out twenty odd shows

In the whole of 2-23, 10K ticket sales my G

That's some heavy P, somethin' I thought that I'd never see

Ten K, that's a booking fee

Fuck a gang, it's just me and Fee

[Outro: Morrisson]

Fuck a gang, it was me and Steve

Nightmares, I can't even sleep

Loyal, but I keep cheatin' death

I got survivor's guilt, I can't even grieve