Behind Barz

[Intro: Avelino]
Yeah!
Behind Barz, Avelino

[Verse 1: Avelino]
Look!
Straight outta turn up, am quarter one often more than a magazine
Issue book me i'm a problem, Yeah
Roses are red, violets never blossom, but
Boys in the hood get paid in full when they shottas (uh)
I can't even knock em who's there, to really open doors
I think the system's too scared (mmm!)
They say nobody's perfect, i'm too rare
Few years ago they told you give the kid the few years, and
Now i gotta cash in and park it on my mind and i find it funny
How my vision the reason i'm goin' blind
Low to the soul my nigga, thats only rare, i've got
One "[?]", but my bridgend's rollin' with 9's
I am not a hood you am just a you from the hood
With the mind of "[?]", or crew with the crooks
I'm counter tryna run the game without losing the force
Until i'm loaded living Lux Murda i'm used like a Mook, uh!
I'm a world class amateur
I'm settling scores, i'll settle never had a score
Fuck it, i'd rather have it lose than have it all
They pictured me shooting, am in front of the canamo
BRIT awards then i sittin', where i never sat before
Gave one gemini she a capricorn
Actions speak louder than words i can action talk
And then ring me spades and my gigs, what you rattling for, heh!

[Verse 2: Avelino]
I came to make albums
I came to keep it one hundred and make thousands
Being around it, doesn't make you about it
I swear my life is a movie that ain't out yet, uh!
I used to view life like a cine world, I even pray for sin
Give me money, give me gals, then it was give me money coz money 'll get me gals
Now there's three bad bitches but Charlie's ain't choose to give me hell, yo
Maddest ting is different i've got different tings with mine
They going down loads of twitter and instagram, huh
Stolen "[?]" whip that's a ringer fam
I don even ring her anymore, i told ringer man, yeh
King, i be a "[?]" man, dont fuckin' compare me to these rappers
They just bigger brands
I'm way too conservative for a nigga man
So its hard labor until i can call a milli band, uh
I ain't on no fake year hear it drop
Thereafter texting "[?]" like years lost
Fuck that, my F niggas banging beer drops
I wear my heart on the sleeve until it wears off
This ain't gonna get no million views
But million different views from the people that do
Imagine going from "[?]" screaming at you
To crowd going bonkers at stormzy so scream in your tunes, uh!

[Verse 3: Avelino]
From no voice to an invoice, i'm old school
I want my capital with choice, so in a row through
I'm in a phantom and his royce, with my whole crew
The biggest bosses was employed, if i'ma told you
Whether the new generation the hopefuls
No pain No gain, dont let the hope fool
I've seen man rise as i saw my bro foos
So there is a logic and reason to "[?]" with protools
I know it sounds cool, i've got a "[?]" brother
Lets love each other like ricky ross then a "[?]" brother
Street music is getting bigger than just music on the streets
Dont panic Section Boyz just relase brother
But only virtue is my patience
Win a GRM award, i'm greated
Closed it up with post you just told me i'm the greatest
I been on lines ever since my back to basics!

[Outro: Avelino]
AV Link Up TV, Behind Barz, pleasure!
FYO, coming soon!