Lyrics

[Verse] Ayo I've gotta take it easy, I can't lose control One-er on the M-way in cruise control Thinking about life, am I losing hope? A kid just lost his life to balloons and coke So this party thing cuz, I ain't on that Just pass me a spliff and a cognac Hustle so hard that you could never stop that And I still got that if you still want that You wanna see my life bro? Come look then Seven charges on my head, hope I buss them Not guilty all the way man, fuck them Doing things now with my life that I couldn't then When it comes to girls my brother, please don't trust them I've seen enough men get lost in lust and just cuff them And that's exactly wherе the trust stems She'll tеll you that she loves you but won't tell you when the love ends Forgive me, I'm a sinner, I was born to be a winner You can judge me on the outside but love me from my inner My life will give you shivers, make yourself cry a river Remember eating dinner on the wing with my killers I'm a real life savage, test me, won't manage When we cause damage, cause you real life panic Situation tragic, semi-automatic Make sure that it's active, hold it firm and just tap it Used to have to grab it just so I could have it Now the addicts' habits got me shopping up at Harrods Courtesy of magic and my best nitty Patrick Scores three times a day so now we call him Hat Trick I set up in O.T. just to make some quick prof Couple months on and then you've gotta switch off Cause if you're not careful, your door could get licked off You're sitting in a cell all pissed off Yeah I've been there, I've done that, I've had to let my gun clap So fuck all your dumb chat, that strip there, I run that And if my food ever gets taken, it get run back Otherwise another mum won't get her son back I'm smoking these packs, it's got me thinking bout my past Got me thinking bout my graft, got me thinking "Will it last?" I've made loads in the trap with the coke and the maj If only I stacked, I'd be loaded with cash Just roll up the hash, inhale exhale Certified members, none of my men fail High risk convict so I can't get bail If I get nicked, on the spot I'm getting sent jail Hard life cause I'm known and shit Still catch me on the road in a stolen whip More time in the back there's a stolen brick So just ring me for the nose, I've got loads of sniff I had dreams of a three-six and driving a C6 From young I've been a street kid but look at what the streets did Nineteen, locked up for this street shit But I'm back now so read it and weep it Petty station gloves, I ain't got no bags Told cuz "When you chop up, don't squash those grams" And don't brag if you've got no cash We're a different type of breed with a different type of class