| Got me thinking what I stand for and how far I came
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| Money, drugs, beef and guns man the ends will never change
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| These days, it ain’t even safe staying in your lane
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| Cah' the hood gon' be the hood
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| You shouldn’t ever judge if you ain’t lived there
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| If bullets flying, you ain’t been there
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| Listen up, changed from sitting down, talking would be awesome
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| Nah, fuck Piers Morgan
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| I know mothers mourning
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| There’s kids ain’t going school and girls are getting shot and dying
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| So immune to the issues in a borough like mine
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| When your family’s in the ends and your manor’s in beef
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| Look on any road could be the wrong place wrong time, uh
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| You hear of Tottenham and you think of Harry Kane
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| I hear of Tottenham and I think of hella pain
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| They told me music or football could be the course out
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| True how, it ain’t on sky sports when they score now
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| Fuck a interview, I don’t wanna sit and talk 'bout how I feel
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| Innocent girl gone, you call that one nil
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| Got me flabbergasted like: «Oh that’s how you feel?»
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| You the type of person probably say I ain’t real
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| When you spread the truth, they wanna see you slapped
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| Niggas wake up everyday, but they ain’t woke, they’re tapped
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| Man are dissing on the high road, they had me dissing back
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| But my daddy always told me that’s your brother if he black
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| Say it loud, mans black and I’m proud
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| Please don’t call me no lighty, I am very James Brown
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| Don’t ask me what are the solutions for the town
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| Everybody going vegan ain’t no beef dying down
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| And that’s real shit
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| Niggas killing niggas, still there’s racism to deal with
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| Puffin on my zoot, I hit the booth and spit the realness
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| We can elevate with love and unity
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| Views overseas thinking 'bout my community
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| Man I pray a change gonna come
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| No it ain’t safe where I’m from
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| Niggas only feel safe with a gun
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| When is change gonna come
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| I don’t wanna raise my kids somewhere anywhere like where I’m from
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| Pray a change gonna come
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| No it ain’t safe where I’m from
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| Niggas only feel safe with a gun *Gunshot* *Sirens*
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| And I don’t wanna raise my kids 'round violence, sirens, this ain’t life
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| Let me open up your mind
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| Stab or be stabbed pick a side of the knife
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| You ain’t see it like that right?
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| I can’t be going mad when even innocents are dying
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| Van Gogh with it boy I paint a picture with the rhymes
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| I don’t know what the fuck that you thought
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| London had more Ms in a month than New York
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| See anywhere I step, I say a prayer before I walk
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| The city’s always been nuts but it weren’t this mad before
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| I look around, the kids are going off the rails
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| You can’t only blame the music, call of duty’s still for sale
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| Heaven sent, rappers lying to the kids give 'em hell
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| I only offend rappers who been lying to themselves yeah
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| Sometimes I wanna be a father, then I don’t
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| Cah' when I look around, it’s like humanity is ghost
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| The era of the iPhone, there isn’t any hope
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| See you dead, open snapchat, before they check your pulse
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| Let the rhymes fly, would the world be better without WiFi
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| My brother coming home, if feels like time flies
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| Where did 4 years go, where did all the care go
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| These niggas wanna air max, see me I wanna air flows
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| Over the perceptions, and false conceptions
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| They scorn you when you move out, that’s the objective
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| But we’ve been oppressed with council estate morals
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| Where between pride and violence
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| Man dead over a squabble, uh
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| Now it’s RIP pics and go fund me’s
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| Years past and niggas ain’t checking on your mumzy
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| Young people dying, let me get my pen now
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| Like I pray I don’t get Malcom or triple X’d out
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| And that’s real shit
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| Niggas killing niggas, still there’s racism to deal with
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| Puffin on my zoot, I hit the booth and spit the realness
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| We can elevate with love and unity
|
| Views overseas thinking 'bout my community
|
| Man I pray a change gonna come
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| No it ain’t safe where I’m from
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| Niggas only feel safe with a gun
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| When is change gonna come
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| I don’t wanna raise my kids somewhere anywhere like where I’m from
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| Pray a change gonna come
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| No it ain’t safe where I’m from
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| Niggas only feel safe with a gun *Gunshot* *Sirens*
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| And I don’t wanna raise my kids 'round violence, sirens, this ain’t life yeah |