Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Was (Intro), artist - Kay-oAlbum song Drilliam Shakespeare, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: TSM
Song language: English
I Was (Intro) |
| Brigades |
| Kayman |
| I was fifteen, Z of both in my drum, got caught by mum |
| I was sixteen, gang got a first gun |
| Just put it down, see jakes, got spun |
| Seventeen, used to trap ten toes 'til my feet go numb |
| Want a clean run |
| Same age with my first crop, got bud |
| In the end, put the trap down and just robbed |
| Eighteen, applied pressure on opps |
| Them man snitched, weren’t makin' it stop |
| It could’ve been a Seat or Ford |
| They know who it was, been poppin' them doors |
| Got nicked, I’m in court for a juks |
| Now it’s pro-b and a tag on my foot |
| Bro said drop tracks cah you’re good |
| Rapper on rise, still put on my hood |
| I spent ninteenth at the feds |
| Birthday, they put me in the cage for a benz |
| I dropped Mad About Bars, said I’m next |
| Still mad about bars for my friends |
| Them times it was Stally, Reeko, Skeng |
| Grab ballys and we go step |
| Gettin' told to do rapping and give it a rest |
| Few months later, bagged for a M |
| Stress, then we lost Shegz, got me more depressed |
| Rest up Sheggy, cheffed up plenty |
| Labelled a legend, it don’t make sense |
| Slide with guns that’s lengthy |
| Just turned twenty, thinkin' to put rappin' to bed |
| No hesitating to rise up skengs in the ends |
| Seperating the mice and men |
| Then Unknown T dropped Homerton B |
| Peak now, people are bothering me |
| Like, «K, don’t quit, keep dropping the heat» |
| Take your foot off the brake |
| Free Wavy, G and Reeko again |
| Jakes got 'em with blades and some weight |
| I hit the booth and I dropped 'em a tape |
| Four weeks on, keepin' it movin', I was in Luton |
| Five teeth strong, we removin' |
| We don’t care who grew them |
| Police come guns up |
| They weren’t shootin', back window I was usin' |
| Four high fences, jump, man flew them |
| Run 'til my legs start losin' |
| And now I’m in jail feelin' nuttin' but useless |
| At the kiosk lookin' nuttin' but clueless |
| No mackerel for me, just tunas |
| Canteen comes, couple dilute juices |
| Smokes gave a mash to the chargers |
| Calm, we don’t blow no fuses |
| Dumped in a IG Live into a YouTube vid |
| Touch road like I’m serious with music |
| Went baitface, dropped Still, gave me a blue tick |
| Keep punchline and soon into tunes that they buyin' like Munich |
| Bro still flyin' them units |
| I’m still pullin' them strings, acoustics |
| Turned twenty one, jakes got me on a case |
| Got me stuck up in the cube, no Rubik’s |
| Table tennis bat or a cue stick |
| I ain’t hearin' that, still gotta stay elusive |
| Stay with that side that you’re choosin' |
| Get shave when we ride, no excusin' |
| Thinkin' you’re sly, you’re deluded |
| I don’t know who confused him |
| Was it Holly or the Nine who abused him? |
| Could’ve been a bit of both, that’s a fusion |
| Kayman |