Think About It

Reminiscing on when we were young
Rapping ‘bout some bad shit with a head full of drugs
How we made it out the other side’s a question to us
So I just share my lessons learned with the rest of these cunts
You think I tell em enough but they ain’t get the message I sung
They’re thinking they have to play a part just to get any love
But I know the path that they’re travelling is a treacherous one
Always told em to be careful what they dare to become
BecauseI’ve been there lad
When you’re travelling hot
When the jacks pull you up and there’s bags in your socks
When you’re peaking out the window thinking now that’s the cops
Or When the boys call you up because someone ran through the spot
Yeah I been there lad
Thinking what a gangster I was
Took me a couple years to realise the damage it cost
Coz I had a bunch o’ kids listening to the tracks that I dropped
And now those same cunts are puttin all these raps in their songs
Fuck
And I know that this is the shit that we do
But you become self aware whilst there’s kids in the room
I’m lucky to get a 100K when I’m spitting the truth
I’ll grab a gun and belly up and get a million views
Well what the fuck is that shit
You could make a recording about shooting up your ops and all the major supporters
Sign a deal til the gang squad is breaking your door in
Labels laughing to the bank while the cops are raiding your quarters
Red hot
And they still wondering why
Why every young fellas rolling with a gun or a knife
But if all of em are carrying then someone will die
When the other option is to get stabbed or run for your life
They’re numb
But I remember feeling young and alive
Gee’d up on that staunch shit when we were puffing a pipe
Friends from back then got locked up but they’re back with their mind
And for the ones that went full deep now only a couple survived
I told em all to pull their head in and it gave me some shite
People hit me up tell me it’s changing their life
But it’s bittersweet the difference I can make with a rhyme
Because the cunt I wrote it for is still blazing the ice
I love you bro
But these ties have been cut
I seen the damage that it left once their mind was on drugs
Still got cooked units messaging me fried of their nut
Mate go and give my song a spin I ain’t got time for these cunts
This shit’s he been on
I ain’t seen nothing glamorous about slinging a rock
Because If the psych ward or prison ain’t pickin em off
& you’re still selling that shit well then I think you’re a gronk
What? You’re gonna be in your 50s you flops
Talking bout the same old shit and who you think is a dog
And I ain’t acting like I ain’t ever did any wrong
But I know the power that I hold when I’ve written a song
It’s big
It’s bigger than the lyrics emself
Music becomes your escape for all this shit in this world
I’ saw both sides of the coin now I’m trying to give em some help
To manifest the better life when they were living in hell
Because I’ve been there lad
I know shout that bro
Going on about my growth until the cows come home
I’m trying to teach em the reality of goin down that road
Coz I know while I’m one of the ones that made it out, most don’t
Just Think about it