Warm Up Sessions

Did you see me smile
You must think my lifes kosha right
Ask cavali
I was in the block with holes in my nikes and a whole lot of fight
Yo, mum was tryna get a hold of here life coz dad wernt there coz his man wernt focusing right
So he left her then goes to the right
So most nights it was nothing but cold beef with toast on the side
Never had cold features to handle a knife
Love mummzy she handed me life
I was with the olders that love banishing nines
Active bagging a white had traffic on line
Just a kid tryna feed my fam in the night
Felt famish inside
So i moved savaging life these ravaging eyes won't pass with your lies
What coz me mum and sis we were living and healthy
Imprisoned in hells reach
I was christened in elms street
Stupid to think religion could help me
Still i pray to the lord ask him to guide me with them bells beat
I know jails peak, but im still out here
Rain, hail, sleet
Coz im a product of hood pain nights
You see these blood stained eyes there a lifeless mess
Iris injected with lies and theft minds intense
I thought to fly to ends arrive to dead and light up heads for all the in directing
The devils tryna misguide my head
I know its disguised in flesh
So carefully decide who you confine in next
You can't provide from death
And dont rely on the net so she should go coz the text says XO
Im just thinking this lifes deceiving
Do you really have friends when the other sides still squeezing
Do you got brother ties with your bray bredda chrome eating
Coz looking at things and his fucking man would be the reason you start beefing
I ain't got time for this cycle repeating
Mind me estates on beefing
Me and my estates on peaking
Thats an eagle in the evening that peaks in the jungle that hes teaching
So whod you wanna beef with
Huh? you wasn't aided and see shit
And half of these breddas are fake
But they wanna talk like there the realist
You see mummzy she could never cop me nikes
Never knew about pocket money
Just a pocket knife
Most of the YG'S on the ends they were robbing bikes
But me gripped an old nokia and i got a popping line
Started a proper grind
Food and im copping mine
No more corned beef from winter to summer time
Mummzy at some point your gonna be living life
Gonna put you somewhere by them city lights
And the paguns dont want me to cop a 9 coz thatd be genocide
Why?
Coz im a daddy for them
What?
Ill draw for the bally again
Shut up your not even the man of your ends
*BARK*
Thats my dogs them slapping no skeng
Lick shots grip what
Love stacking the bread
On job your not youll be chatting to feds
On blocks so what ill bally your friends
Heads lost oh fuck im spazing again
Arghhh
About combat
Lies
You ain't on that
Your mum dont wanna see her son sap
Youll be a victim because of the conjac
*BARK*
No long chat
Close contact rude boy ill have dons wrapped
What
You got a shawn-shank
Guess what blood the dj can't run that
What
You got comrades
Fuck that big grams leave mans lungs splat
Rakakakak
My OG'S them bust raps
*BARK*
Yeah im I double Z
*BARK*
No i ain't minding my speach
*BARK*
Thats man firing heat
*BARK*
Now you're arising the beast
*BARK*
Yeah im I double Z
*BARK*
No i ain't minding my speech
*BARK*
Thats man firing heat
*BARK*
Now your arising the beats
*BARK* *BARK* *BARK*
I make the big ting bark like *BARK*
Without the silencer i go *BARK*
Ill proper silence ya like *BARK*
*BARK**BARK*
I make the big ting bark like *BARK*
Without the silencer go *BARK*