Lyrics Black Ones - Che Lingo, Ghetts

Black Ones

Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don’t see
Suffocating in my ends
I just need some
The mind is a battlefield
Niggas warring with themselves
Imagine how many man it killed
I store it in my cellular
Brain powers writing stories in my cell about
Man that aren’t mobile on the man of steel
Send letters for the capital
To buy an extra can for Mills
All cause they got caught by the blue
With a colored pack of pills
Injecting false money, tryna numb how that famine feels
We already picked that cotton
I don’t wanna see my fam in fields
My brudda said he’d do it for a chain but he’s running from the shackles
I pray I never see your face on that mantle
Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don’t see
Suffocating in my ends
I just need some time to breathe
Yeah
I just need some time to breathe
I just need some time to breathe, yeah
I just need some time to breathe
I just need some time to breathe, yeah
Pressure on the bread winner
How can the chef forget dinner?
(It get’s realer)
You ain’t a father if you let your kid starve
I’d rather get a 9−5 than be away from my kids
Is that £9 a week in jail worth taking the risk?
Well if the licks are half a milli, we be saying it is
Cause we don’t plan on getting caught so we think the plans exceptional
Now I’m in the can and my girlfriend won’t accept the call
My brudda said he’d do it for a chain but he’s running from the shackles
I pray I never see your face on that mantle, no
Black gloves on my hands
Stylie on my face
Workouts on my feet
Quiet in the car
The tires, them a screech
I’ve been thinking about that money and it’s finally in my reach
I’ve been thinking bout that money and it’s finally in my reach
Mike Skinner you can find me in the streets
There’s no shepherd near the bush when I’m hiding from police
There’s no weapon when they look
We don’t slide it under seats
They won’t let me off the hook, if I’m bait, we gon' see
Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don’t see
Suffocating in my ends
I just need some time to breathe
Whole mouth full of caps
Bruddas rally when I speak
Police, they got my friends
Yo them people are my g’s
Opposition on my name
Now my mum don’t get no sleep
And repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat
Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don’t see
Suffocating in my ends
I just need some time to breathe
If I’m honest with you I’ve been having dreams
They’ve been flirting with me heavy, tryna get me in my sleep
I been dodging so much corn, I’m losing weight my mum can see
Burning weed and getting caught up in my thoughts and tryna cheat
Now she pregnant with my youth and there’s another mouth to feed
Man I don’t know what to do just like my pagans back on street
I’m dying to put this mash down and go and mash this p
If I die, that’s not a man down that’s a style on sheets
If I cry, and put my hands down and beg for life it’s weak
That’s police, and they just told a young black one to freeze