Lyrics Init - Skittles

Init

You know my soul’s init
You know my flows init
You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished
You know the road init
You know the code init
Same old story man you know how it goes init
You know my soul’s init
You know my flows init
You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished
You know the road init
You know the code init
Same old story man you know how it goes init
Man it’s the same old story round here
Police’ll kick your mum’s door off looking for your gear
'Though you ain’t living there in years
Police intelligence think you’ve disappeared
The fucking idiots
Didn’t think that I could grow a beard or buy veneers
I chuckled up my peers this year
I’ve reawakened a fear that they ain’t feeding in years
I put the hunger in the stomachs of mongers
While London brushes us under the rug
The underdogs
You missed me as a younger
I was hungry back then
That’s past, past-tense
Now I couldn’t care less if you could back man
Hence they call me arrogant
Hence it gets me mad at 'em
If I’d have moved to London as a young 'un maybe I’d be going platinum
Sat in my flat, battling my lack of attention
Did I mention I’m losing this only battle I’ve had?
'Cause I’m my own worst enemy, never know what’s ahead of me
Suddenly everybody in the ends is befriending me
Overfriendly, suddenly see the friend in me
A little of limelight leaves you green and they see you with envy
It’s elementary but fucking with me mentally
Nobody can fend for me but me so I’m on a constant defensive
Aggressive til you’ve met me
Offensive if you let me
Your words don’t affect me
Who’s worse off, you get me?
See, nothing’s offensive if noone’s offended
And noone I call a friend is offended by anything
You know my soul’s init
You know my flows init
You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished
You know the road init
You know the code init
Same old story man you know how it goes init
You know my soul’s init
You know my flows init
You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished
You know the road init
You know the code init
Same old story man you know how it goes init
Look
Growing up in South Manny’s good fun
Find me round Gorse Hill popping off my spud gun
Next thing I’m bunning up on any bud that would bun
Run couple man down, rip 'em up and mug them
But this isn’t London
See that guy again on Monday with his uncle Ted Bundy
Looking hella fucking grumpy
It ain’t leave the country over dumb beef
Stole from the wrong peeps
Confessed to the wrong priest
My man should take the charge 'cause for the lease
You’d be surprised how man’d yard you when it comes to police
Once that tape beeps and CID speaks
You’ll soon start to notice the leaks
I could go on for weeks about the years I caught cases in tears
And how the crown prosecution took a year to sentence man for the gear
But I ain’t got to 'cause I’m here
Say nothing, nothing to fear
You know my soul’s init
You know my flows init
You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished
You know the road init
You know the code init
Same old story man you know how it goes init
You know my soul’s init
You know my flows init
You know that nobody’s missing until the show’s finished
You know the road init
You know the code init
Same old story man you know how it goes init