NoMates

I had to bathe with the kettle and a bucket

Had to do that for years hot water wasn’t running

I really grew up poor yo my Nigga I’m not fronting

Mummy wouldn’t eat for days to make sure we ate something

My first pets were cockroaches and rats in the floorboards

Come to think about it man i really drew the short straw

So what think im in the streets selling all these draws for

Why think i spent all that time in them courts for

Love before hate nah its hate before love

If my killers catch a scent they’ll have you flying with the doves

I got about 50 reasons i’ll die for this grub

Get rich or die trying either way i done enough

I put in so much work now I keep my hands clean

All it takes is one phone call forensics on the scene

I find it mad so many man have been … because of me

Find it mad so many man have been … because of me

I remember mummy asked me if i doing alright

I say Almadulliliah mum im doing just fine

I’m in two different minds

Leave the roads stick to rap I don’t know I’m losing time

Cah if rap don’t work I gotta restart my grind

So you better make it work

Be the voice of the streets

Had to give a little smirk

She must think I’m a lil Durk

All you bruddas screaming cap that’s a lot to rehearse

Go back to my songs story links in every verse

I’m the one that **** ******

I’m the one that ******* ****

I am the one that ******* *****

It sounds insane man im hotting up the ting

I’d unblur the names but Feds want me in the bin

Elephant in the room lets go address this little dumbo

They thought i was crazy when i robbed the colombos

I guess they were right i was young i was dumb bro

Got stabbed in the leg man i thought i was done bro

I’ll show you how it goes

If you ain’t been touched then you ain't been on the roads

You’re a wannabe nigga tryna get yourself involved

Anyone can hold a knife and cook crack on a stove

But without them battle scars what the fuck you gotta show

I laid in that block and looked death in the eye

I said not tonight this ain’t the way im gonna die

I sold crack i sold weed i sold hash i sold spice

I dont beg i ask once i won't ever ask twice

Yo ** you’re doing your ting you know guys don’t the struggle is real you’re

Spitting some real shit mans all on the wing im hearing guys blasting your tunes

Bro have that shit on repeat you know guys are respecting your ting for real not a

Lot of guys make it where we come from you know knowing that come from

Nothing and you’re doing something to get out of this hell hole bro man rate it

Bro respect it you know whats mad though bro i always knew you’d make it man

You always had some different mindset to the rest of the mandem man so keep it

Up bro bro mans proud of you

Free remz free lerkz rest in peace scrap man you know the ting