[Intro]
Ooh, yeah
Aight, look
[Verse]
What's the meaning of life?
Get rich or die trying, or live medi' and die
Naturally, gradually, atrophy, actually
Back where we live, had to dream
Getting outta there, gotta do a mazzalean
Might even have to "Bohemian Rhapsody" it
Everybody wanna check you and grab your queen
Get your ches' bored casually
Done dirty and splash with bleach
Get lead in your head
Escaping unleaded, gargantuan feat
North West is gasolined for a Patek Phillippe
Man'll jump on you like a trampoline, gotta bounce
Man are starving and have to eat
Got food in your yard and slip, it might be bon appétit
Any day of the week of the year could turn into Halloween
That's brothers at your door wearing masks and a bag of sweets
And man have got rockets in their pockets, not handkerchiefs
And end up in the newspapers, but rarely the magazines
To capture these tales, need more than Bayeux Tapestries
These brothers rap the streets, but their POV fantasies
I got allergies to them Ali G's
Wearing ballys chatting greaze
Air to my ears, cah their chatting breeze
Used to buy kebabs down at Ali B's
Then stopped 'cause of manor beefs
'Cause Dan going KFC sadly ended in tragedy
That's why I go Comptoir and grab a tagine
A barbeque ribs, a shrimp and a mac and cheese
Or stay home, season up food and cook, just a gyal and me
Or go to my aunt's, grab a soup, a yam and dasheen
Brothers like to say it's all love, that's a fallacy
They'll kill where you're loved in reality, guaranteed
Contempt bred from familiarity
When you're a Black man like Mallory, that's normality
That's why I keep myself to myself
I'm in my shell like a langoustine or a lobster
That's twenty years before the films I was doing, winning Oscars
I didn't need the movies to be surrounded by them monsters
I didn't need Guy Ritchie to be surrounded by them mobsters
From NW the same as any other youth, but conscious
Knowing I was lucky is weighing heavy on my conscience
'Cause where l'm from, there's many Dan Kaluuyas, many Tosins
Damsons in distress just looking for other options
Could be a John Boyega or a Damilola
Even if you're not involved, the zones involves ya
And it never stops when you're older, think it's over?
Ooh, yeah
Aight, look
[Verse]
What's the meaning of life?
Get rich or die trying, or live medi' and die
Naturally, gradually, atrophy, actually
Back where we live, had to dream
Getting outta there, gotta do a mazzalean
Might even have to "Bohemian Rhapsody" it
Everybody wanna check you and grab your queen
Get your ches' bored casually
Done dirty and splash with bleach
Get lead in your head
Escaping unleaded, gargantuan feat
North West is gasolined for a Patek Phillippe
Man'll jump on you like a trampoline, gotta bounce
Man are starving and have to eat
Got food in your yard and slip, it might be bon appétit
Any day of the week of the year could turn into Halloween
That's brothers at your door wearing masks and a bag of sweets
And man have got rockets in their pockets, not handkerchiefs
And end up in the newspapers, but rarely the magazines
To capture these tales, need more than Bayeux Tapestries
These brothers rap the streets, but their POV fantasies
I got allergies to them Ali G's
Wearing ballys chatting greaze
Air to my ears, cah their chatting breeze
Used to buy kebabs down at Ali B's
Then stopped 'cause of manor beefs
'Cause Dan going KFC sadly ended in tragedy
That's why I go Comptoir and grab a tagine
A barbeque ribs, a shrimp and a mac and cheese
Or stay home, season up food and cook, just a gyal and me
Or go to my aunt's, grab a soup, a yam and dasheen
Brothers like to say it's all love, that's a fallacy
They'll kill where you're loved in reality, guaranteed
Contempt bred from familiarity
When you're a Black man like Mallory, that's normality
That's why I keep myself to myself
I'm in my shell like a langoustine or a lobster
That's twenty years before the films I was doing, winning Oscars
I didn't need the movies to be surrounded by them monsters
I didn't need Guy Ritchie to be surrounded by them mobsters
From NW the same as any other youth, but conscious
Knowing I was lucky is weighing heavy on my conscience
'Cause where l'm from, there's many Dan Kaluuyas, many Tosins
Damsons in distress just looking for other options
Could be a John Boyega or a Damilola
Even if you're not involved, the zones involves ya
And it never stops when you're older, think it's over?
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