Behind Barz (Take 3)

[PART I]

[Verse]
You don't have to get involved cause I ain't got my hands out
On a rocky road but I got it all mapped out
Did a lotta dirt but I'm cleaning up my act now
My future's looking bright, my past was kinda blacked out
Built my name from the ground up
Hard work pays off so I got my pounds up
And any type of snake, don't bring 'em around us
Clean hearted G's, nuttin dodgy about us
I started with a dream, sitting in my cell
Money motivated, never in it for the girls
Stuck in a hard place between Hell and Heaven
I tell myself I'ma be recognised as a legend
Blood, sweat and tears, now it's starting to pay off
Twenty-four seven, I ain't taking any days off
Life's a test, I'ma show you lot what I'm made of
Apart from God, there ain't nuttin that I'm afraid of
Heart of a lion
Took a couple losses, I got up and kept trying
Feds asking me questions, me I kept lying
I was good in the hood as long as the kitties kept buying
I didn't feel right, I needed suttin to change
Cause I had a son with another one on the way
Found it hard to cope, I was hustling in the rain
Music was my therapy, I used it to numb the pain
I'm looking at these niggas like fuck 'em all
Certain situations made me see there's no love at all
I can't sleep good till I know my little brother's cool
I'm a man with morals, these man ain't got none at all
Stood on my own two my whole life
Built my own fan base, never asked for a cosign
And I really put in work on the roadside
I helped turn Essex Road into a goldmine
And in the trap house, on the topic of discussion
They wanna know if I'm lying, am I really hustling?
They wanna know if my bars are real or if I'm bluffing
Look into my eyes, I ain't gotta prove nothing
I'm the best in the game, no fronting
These rappers ain't on my level, I'm above them
And when it's all said and done
They're only lying to themselves when they say that I didn't buss them
They wanna chat behind my back, I can't trust them
That's why I'm looking at these niggas like fuck them
Born alone, die alone, that's what mum said
Cause your coffin never came with a bunk bed
I ain't got no love left
Tightened up my circle, there ain't any mugs left
I kicked them man to the curb
I'm a reallionaire, I'm a man of my word
It's time to get back to work, magic's back on the curb
If you're eager for a feature, it's a bag for a verse
I don't reply to diss tracks, all them rappers are nerds
All these rappers rapping bout the trap, Black did it first

[PART II]

[Verse]
Shout out the old gangsters, no manners
New spitters with true pictures
Me, I've already been the king
You ain't royalty, you're just the in-thing
New money, they're tryna front to me
Hire purchase, they're tryna stunt on me
And you can try and buy your buzz homie
But real recognise real, that's why they fuck with me
Take me in, I'm making moves abroad
They think they're winning cause they shopping at the Louis store
Louis V ain't paying me any money
So why the fuck am I wearing Louis for?
German whips sit on the driveway
Courtesy of what the line makes
Me, I ain't the richest rapper out here
But I'm living proof that crime pays
Big whips before I had a licence
Five figures before I touched the mic
Ask the O.G.'s about me
No joke, I live that hustler's life
But fuck all these opinions
These idiots couldn't step into my dominion
I tell 'em one rapper, two rappers, three rappers
Any rappers, Blacks will get rid of 'em
They're only gangsters on their Instagram's
Street life, they ain't even into that
Cause they start singing like the opera
The minute they get put in a van
And the feds are still lurking
I made a transition, they still think I'm putting work in
But somewhere in England, I'm on a tour bus
Rule number one, don't talk to the feds
Rule number two, don't ever let the fame get to your head
Rule number three, never let 'em think they need you bro
Rule number four, never bite the hand that feeds you yo
Rule number five, if you're out here, get rich on these streets
Don't be in the flats all day billing up weed
Rule six, if they're serious, share your shit with your peeps
Rule seven, never ever shit where you sleep
Rule eight, live your life, don't be watching a next nigga
Concentrate on yourself, guarantee that you'll get richer
Rule number nine, my nigga stay on your grind
Don't get sidetracked by these loose tings wasting your time
Rule number ten is some shit that you can't buy
Loyalty is rare my brudda, I can't lie