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[Intro] (That's Chucks) [Verse] I'm ahead of my time and I keep telling 'em why All them roads I taped off, I put my neck on the line They keep sending me threats, I keep sending them bine Bro's fed up of shotting, he wants to sell the line I can't tell him to stop, I can't tell him to shot All he knows is serving fiends and scraping pots I know they're scheming, tryna take my spot Before I die, I'm getting all my pagans shot Before I go, I'm making sure my family's good No youth clubs, the council abandoned us Fourteen, they put my hands in cuffs Fifteen, I was bagging grub Sixteen, I had to stab him up Caught a case and took it straight to trial They tried do me as an adult even though I'm a child Walked out the prison gates with a smile and now I'm backing it Any beat I jump on, it's like I'm putting crack in it My heart's clean but my hands are filthy Bro went to jail cause of me and I'm guilty I'm pissed but he still knows I'd do the same for him They know I'm from the F but this wap's Australian Told the fam I'll stop but I keep on failing 'em Me against the world bro, I feel like an alien Fuck it, I'ma do this journey on my own When it's time to ride, the only time they're ringing my phone And they say all I rap about is riding I'm sorry, all I know about is guns and violence I stayed on the streets, I shoulda stayed on my deen Instead I'm in the ride, me and G backseat I got beef that I can't squash, friends that man's lost I can do it hands on, get you slapped hands off Please don't act up, get your strip slapped up I just want a clean run and fuck off the bad luck How the fuck did it get to this? Everyone will use you for your benefits They ain't ever there when it don't benefit them Came up, I was selling them tens I'll cut my throat before I tell on my friends I've been in situations you couldn't handle I was on trial, my whole life was a shambles I was flat on my arse, I was grafting it hard Bought a brizzy, watch the brick get dismantled I was handing samples out to yutes I was in jail with I was slapping burners at them guys I call my elders He said that it was war but then he melted Pointed my spinner at his face, chamber filled up with felt tips
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Credits
- Writers
- Booter Bee
- Chucks