[Verse]

It ain't right if I don't spit it from the left side

These kids barely in their teens witnessing their friends die

I know how they feel, I lost mine too

Gun to my darg's head, the bullet went right through

All I wanted was a gilet or a new Typhoon

What's beef? I don't know but I choose wagyu

Over this dumb shit, like "Who are you? Where you from?" shit

Can't fight, get your gun quick

Get a knife from your mum's crib

Catch a body, go court, blow trial, get the numbers

And now you on the Gram, flexing in your cell, tryna function

The plan was to get your first rack and stack a hundred

But the money come with evil eye

Whole brick make your niggas show their evil side

You ever heard a snake hiss? You ever seen it slide?

The hand that they eat from they always seem to bite

Keep your back to the wall, they wanna see you slime

Keep your ears to the streets, you can't press rewind

Streets dying, I just gotta put the word out

And it's been wild for a while but these niggas killing girls now

And the gangsters getting killed by the nerds now

Niggas die every day and I was taught "Pull your skirt down"

And I was taught "Pick the phone up and never put the work down

And pray that shit works out"

Who's to blame for my ways? I don't know

See, mum did her best but my pops didn't show

I forgive 'em, I just had to let go

That's what I call growth

This for bro by the blue phone that's gotta call home

And his BM getting piped on the low

If it ain't white then it's yellow then it's rose

Aquas to Rollies, look how the time's flown

Heart's cold, yeah, that's why we buy everything froze

That's my culture, I coulda did the classroom but I chose Martin's sofa

Gross profit, net profit, got the game from the smokers

The internet steady tryna provoke us

They wanna blame rap like we ain't provide for the hopeless

From grime to galas, 110's to loafers

Dingers to Sprinters, do not lose focus

Headline shows, bookings with the promoters

Opportunities for videos and photos

Put the flash on and let's capture the moment

We the ones responsible for the motion

Ask 'em what they did, silence is golden

But they gon' tweet till their fingers get swollen

You on your podcast, I can tell you don't know much

The way you talk about the roads, you don't know us

Deck full of jokers, box full of doughnuts

We've been through it all, they want us pushing peace

Put the young'uns through school but we can't do it all

I'm a thug, I need love and a hug, tell me who can I call?

PTSD, my scars ain't small

I was gangbanging before it got cool

They gon' say that I'm a fool but where I'm from, that's all that we knew

And the stories are true, I know it sound like I'm giving an excuse

But what I really did is give you the proof

And it's fucked up cah we all need help

Down bad, there was times I woulda robbed myself

I coulda went out and crashed but I stopped myself

'Cause who gon' look after my mother if it's not myself?

And they gon' barely send you canteen P's

And they gon' drag both feet when it's time for a V

In the ends, still gotta spend time with the G's

If it weren't strictly for the streets then it wouldn't be me

I thank the Lord for the air that I breathe, every cheque I receive

This life just rinse and repeat

I'll agree, I get weak for these freaks that wan' jeet

I'm cool with what I want but what about what I need?

This time I gotta dig a little deep, you gotta feel me

It's all real, this the real me