128 Bars

Lyrics

Spooky [Verse] Nobody had my back I was out there, Mac inside of the rucksack I had never been so broke in my life I was grinding, I couldn't never get enough cash I was hungry, I couldn't afford the one snack Some days I would go into work so broke that I couldn't afford the bus back Slipped a few times and nearly got stabbed But I'm still here Felt like I was losing my soul I was telling my soul to come back I was carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders So I guess I've got a tough back Twenty but I didn't feel like a young man Feeling like I just lost two years of my life And I knew it wouldn't ever come back Rage in my system, them times I could've gone mad But, still, I never told nobody Me and mum drifted over time She was telling everyone I'd gone mad And now she wonders why I only trust dad I can't wait for the day I'm on top and I can say to myself that I made mum proud 'Cause even though she tells me she loves me I still think that she thinks I'm a scumbag Painful she lost touch with the young lad She hates me but she loves me, so For the fact that I ain't ever told her I'm glad that she don't know I went to hell and I come back I told 'em I been too much So I won't let nobody violate man William told 'em that he weren't gonna lose So it weren't gonna be a part of my gameplan Man's twenty-three now, man, I ain't the same man I go sleep and dream about making it big sitting in the whip with my Ray-Bans Wife on the left saying 'Don't worry, you can lay back' 'Cause the hard times never came back But in the meantime, I'll be in the trap with an a-team still tryna generate grands I ain't got a reason to party or celebrate jack Time that I dedicate's mad And I ain't had a holiday, so I gotta meditate bad Fam, I gotta meditate man So if I go, don't be surprised if I never came back Spent too many days mad That's a bomb waiting to blow Gonna detonate, bang But I've gotta keep shit moving I ain't gonna stop, that's word to my late gran' But still, my head's full of this clutter I ain't gonna lie Sometimes I lie awake in the night in the darkness like a sick nutter Thinking about how I've been a shit brother Thinking if my girl never miscarried, would I have been a little guy to my kid's mother Thinking back to a time when I did trust her Still man's grateful, I could've been rougher Wish I could have said that I never did suffer But I'm too real, I am not a bullshit lover Me, I spit real life and I spit gutter From young, I seen shit that made the kid tougher Never been a jokeman like Chris Tucker Come across calm, but I am a lip-buster I worked too hard to get where I am and if you test that, you're gonna get your shit touch up Cah, I came in the game one up, can't be a fuck up So this year, everyting turn up And fuck keys for the door, man's licking it off So for now, this one's just a run-up And I ain't here to be liked I'm here to stress everybody out like the phone bill run up Come through and leave the whole ting bruck up Putting in work 'til I've blown, no stutter So you better fix up, look sharp and buck up I remember first half of the year, I could afford the bread but I had no butter Now I'm just chilling with a footlong sub playing A2 in the A1 with the bruddas Four black youts tryna scheme on the come up Foresight's long, I'm on a winter grind all year donny I don't wanna stunt in the summer Plus, how you gonna stunt when you live with your mother? I just wanna make P's so if my sink's blocked, man knows I can pay for the plumber Don't care for the new Benz or the Hummer Feet on the grind cah I came from the gutter So when I'm saying I remember my roots No, I don't mean Toby the slave getting cut up Mean when I had trouble saving a oner Felt pain they can't erase with a rubber Flashback to having no dough It was an understatement to say that my trainers were scuff up (?) or respective of colour If I've got a problem, straight, I'm a runner Wait, don't mean running away I run straight to the court (?), mate, I'm a nutter Lethal black guy like my name's Dan Glover Cah, what they know about sitting in the ends with no dough Pissed 'cause money's coming in so slow Thinking, should I go back to my old job? But the pride in me is telling me don't go And I'm already in too deep, I couldn't go slow I ain't tryna keep still for a year I just wanna raise the bar like it's a pole vault So I get a shot at the top like it's a goal post I couldn't ever go back there, it's a no-go I'd much rather struggle on my ones I'm a wizard with the dough Go so Potter for the paper I've never been a muggle for the funds Brain in my head works, never been a dunce Right fist works like a V6 so I won't pet to show donnies that I've never been a cunt Can't visualise the picture, get a photo I just wanna make money so when I grow old Don, I ain't gotta worry 'bout nothing Except for the two-two bones in my mutton Can't never tell me I don't know struggle when the fact of the matter is I came from nothing Man wanna sing some gassed-up tune by Drake But they're lying, they ain't left the bottom Man are still slaves, they ain't left the cotton Shit's real, I'm in the the field Don's got a slave mentality but they wanna act like bosses Tell a man, shut your mouth, cut your losses Better off spending time going back to your yard to play a game of Noughts & Crosses Ain't big just 'cause your Instagram's popping Big man, stop it Still preaching about funds but both ways, I can't see profits Yeah 128 bars of reality rudeboy Hail up Spooky Jammz: I Am Grime 3.0 Jammz is radio, all of that stuff cuz Uhh!