Cradle to the Grave

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold) Huh [Verse] Conversations 'bout my nieces and kids with my brother-in-law What you think a nigga hustlin' for? And I'm still duckin' the law They thinkin' that I got my foot in the door But I'm a stepper, got my feet in the streets, I let it beat on repeat They keep tellin' me I'm mean on a beat I let it beat out a Jeep, I know they ain't been in the streets I got the [?] in my feet, it's in a rucksack Who's that? What's that? Shoot when you clock that Two hands on a .9, just a quarter to bun that What a life, you don't want that, it's long, akh, my brother got life for the wrong pack And I apologize for the times they hit mum's gaff lookin' for me I call Lisa beforehand, I'm bookin' the T Put smack down on with a raw, I just cook up a three I heard they lookin' for me likе who's RICO? I stick to the G code, interviеw room, I don't speak All the shit that I do, I think I'm just lookin' for me I heard they lookin' for me, well, I'm just lookin' for peace I'm just dyin' to live at least before I end up deceased but I'm by the edge of the sea Look, or in the passy on the edge of my seat, it's like the edge of a cliff I burn the end of my spliff, huh, reminiscin' how they end up like this I remember [?], I'm gettin' chicken and chips Maroon blazer before I saw a taser and jakes point it at my chest Pain rippin' out my chest, HSQ written on my chest I don't get bail when I request, I just hit induction and I G check, I been that Cradle to the grave, yeah, I mean that Jail cat, I mean, A, B and C cat I had man smokin' Bariss with a tea bag, huh Clean heart, I praise Allah on my kneecaps Audhubillah minashaitan nirajeem Back to the regime, sometimes I daydream about freedom Sometimes I daydream about exes and next shit Why the Feds tryna link me to texts? Got me on the yard blowin' weed where the fence is I just get remand 'cause the previous offences I wanna be a star 'cah I been in the trenches I wanna make it far, Allah, give me direction I been tryna reflect, starin' at my reflection, thinkin' 'bout my redemption, thoughts are my demise I got a million questions, like what's it like when you die? Is it the end of my sentence or the end of the line? Yeah