Lyrics

[Verse 1] Take a look at my life, you can see the pain in my eyes Music's the only thing I can see changing my life And I ain't gonna lie I ran through a lot of P's when I was a yute I just weren't saving it right It's been a year since I come out the pen There's no food right now, the drought's come round again Me, I got my hands on a two and a Q and stretched that Bagged that into three hundred wraps and brought the bread back Look how did I end up selling these drugs? I used to kick ball, now that's a distant memory cuz But I'm easing off the food to lean in towards the music Cause right now we got a hell of a buzz, I'm telling you cuz But now that we're making a couple movements These pricks that are hating created a couple rumours Look I got a message for these silly little tossers thinking that you're shottas My chick's the only person that can strip me to my boxers So bring it if you wanna My stick is really bursting, if you slip then you're a goner I'm known in the streets of Islington as the boss So you can keep thinking cause we're from Islington that we're soft I'm a product of my environment, I really put my work in on the roads Check my criminal record, there's no denying it You can't find a nigga in jail who says I ain't hot My CD's in every cell, I'm like the Radox [Chorus] Look I'm raining on 'em, better go and get their shower gels The govs hear my tracks bumping out the cells It's Blacks, the UK rap heavyweight, the kid is hot My mixtape's selling out, I did shows with Ricky Ross Look I'm raining on 'em, better go and get their shower gels The govs hear my tracks bumping out the cells It's Blacks, the UK rap heavyweight, the kid is hot My mixtape's selling out, I did shows with Ricky Ross [Verse 2] Look a year ago, I was moving grub on my landing G They kept shipping me out, the govs couldn't handle me And I got an extra five months in the end And all cause I weren't plugging my tech And now I'm here, North say I'm the best South say I'm big, East feel my bars and they love me in West These killers aim for my head so I don't fuck with a vest Plus every man has to die, I ain't running from death If you're coming to kill me, make sure you're coming correct My aim's tight, I'm due to put a slug in your chest I stay high, move food and stay running from feds I'm still alive, I had a few brushes with death I came home and locked down the game, no one can challenge me And what the line does in a day is your monthly salary Certified and original member of the Highbury crew Just look in my eyes, my eyes won't lie to you