Lyrics I Was (Intro) - Kay-o

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