Rain on Them

[Verse 1]
Take a look at my life, you can see the pain in my eyes
Music's the only thing I can see changing my life
And I ain't gonna lie
I ran through a lot of P's when I was a yute
I just weren't saving it right
It's been a year since I come out the pen
There's no food right now, the drought's come round again
Me, I got my hands on a two and a Q and stretched that
Bagged that into three hundred wraps and brought the bread back
Look how did I end up selling these drugs?
I used to kick ball, now that's a distant memory cuz
But I'm easing off the food to lean in towards the music
Cause right now we got a hell of a buzz, I'm telling you cuz
But now that we're making a couple movements
These pricks that are hating created a couple rumours
Look I got a message for these silly little tossers thinking that you're shottas
My chick's the only person that can strip me to my boxers
So bring it if you wanna
My stick is really bursting, if you slip then you're a goner
I'm known in the streets of Islington as the boss
So you can keep thinking cause we're from Islington that we're soft
I'm a product of my environment, I really put my work in on the roads
Check my criminal record, there's no denying it
You can't find a nigga in jail who says I ain't hot
My CD's in every cell, I'm like the Radox

[Chorus]
Look I'm raining on 'em, better go and get their shower gels
The govs hear my tracks bumping out the cells
It's Blacks, the UK rap heavyweight, the kid is hot
My mixtape's selling out, I did shows with Ricky Ross
Look I'm raining on 'em, better go and get their shower gels
The govs hear my tracks bumping out the cells
It's Blacks, the UK rap heavyweight, the kid is hot
My mixtape's selling out, I did shows with Ricky Ross

[Verse 2]
Look a year ago, I was moving grub on my landing G
They kept shipping me out, the govs couldn't handle me
And I got an extra five months in the end
And all cause I weren't plugging my tech
And now I'm here, North say I'm the best
South say I'm big, East feel my bars and they love me in West
These killers aim for my head so I don't fuck with a vest
Plus every man has to die, I ain't running from death
If you're coming to kill me, make sure you're coming correct
My aim's tight, I'm due to put a slug in your chest
I stay high, move food and stay running from feds
I'm still alive, I had a few brushes with death
I came home and locked down the game, no one can challenge me
And what the line does in a day is your monthly salary
Certified and original member of the Highbury crew
Just look in my eyes, my eyes won't lie to you