FORTY ACRES

[Verse 1: Jordy & Wretch 32]
Long time they were stuck up with me
Now they're all out of shape tryna cut up with me
But they know what the fucks up with me
I spare no one if they buck up to me
I could never snake up my brothers you're crazy, you're buggin'
I still got a handful of grudges
I still think that nobody's better than by cousin
He said he's in the field but I think they should sub him
Even on my off days I get off key, man I'm buggin'
He said he does too but he doesn't
I remember back then whеn niggas had to know how
But didn't wanna give man a fucking lowdown
It's cool I'm in the game, I got a propеr roll now
I'm barely on my phone but I'm always mobile
This game is a game you gotta have the heart for
I've turned down couple racks on my last score
I'm tryna get couple stamps on my passport
If you fuck with my money then I'm at your car door
Clean heart but I can't speak for the hands
I was filthy before the filthy began
These boys got lyrics, man they tryin' too hard bro
My name is my name like my name is Marlo
I can't compete with these capper dons
All these fake rapper dons
All these backpacker turned trapper dons
I don't feel your brags let alone all them beats that you're braggin' on
Told your fling on that avalon
This is not a sprint, it's a marathon
I told man, 7 days 7 nights rapping like Konan
Look, I shouldn't have to tell man again
I know my tings wavy but I'm straight with this pen
I tried selling wraps but now I rap with OGs

Somebody tell Jords that he better phone 3

I move lowkey taught from my OG
My brudda got the flick like a bogey
Jordy not Jordan, yeah they know the alias
Shoebox money for the miscellaneous
I know that I'm crazy, no if, buts, maybes
He could've been too, but that nigga's too lazy
Gotta step steady cah the world's gone crazy
No abortion, they tried cancel DaBaby
I don't know if man think I'm playing round or joking
I don't know what man have been smoking
I got so many half-steppers tryna hang with me
But this is not the one you wanna get roped in
Look, I've fired in the booth for too long
If Charlie don't know by now, he's taken too long
I moonwalk on riddims like Michael, so hand me the title
I could never be a beg, hand on the bible

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]
This year my son sits his GCSEs
So its been 16 years since I sonned everybody (Yeah)
I clocked the game AP PS3
So it's been 16 years since I had Kane up in Totty
All I do is progress and then I show the steps
Niggas got their chest out, I'm on the shoulder press
Sometimes you gotta leave town just to show the levs
So when I hit the belly, feel it in your solar plex
I don't talk money with people that call mummy
Man I had to father my family, my small cuzzy, my sisters as well
Had white on a dark knight, I been Christian Bale
Back when you thought touching notes was singing Adele
Back then to push a nigga on was just wishing him well
Now you gotta give man a drink, get him dinner as well
I don't even know what I prefer, it's just different scales
Weight on my shoulders but I'm waiting on signing a deal (Yeah)
Right in the field I was writing the reel
Mummy got to see the breadwinner dividing a meal/mill (Yeah)
Now I can boast in my humble abode
'Cause the truth is I sold light just to lighten the load (Yeah)
Look after mummy and ride for the bros
Would you live for that combination or die for the code
Some use a façade like they like to be road
Caring if they're known or if they're liked, I don't like to be known
I picked up my queen in time for the throne
And now I'm sitting comfy on the chair just minding my own
Ventrue after venture adventurous growth
Now mi makin money pon di phone and that's a big re-up
Fresh Dior mi must a Christian
Dem boy deh try fi dis keep dem distance
Why dem wish me dead, they should've wished me love
Wished me love, yeah
Shake my head now it's Jordy and Wretch
That's a rebel with a cause in a school full of Ghetts and Santans
The writing's on the wall, pray your sentence can land for you
Give a man a rope and he leaves as hangman
I don't understand all these wars and gangland
We don't own our postcode, we just follow the satnav
Fuck a stamp of approval, I don't want that stamp
I just want my stamp duty, forty acres for Black Man

[Outro: Wretch]
Black man [?]
No fool again