Fire In The Booth Jordan (UK)

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(Part One)

[Verse 1]
The system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me
Left my mum a widow, seven kids, she's a real G
She's a real G, the system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me
Never got to raise me, I grew up in the bin, I grew up on a wing
Visits every week, you'd always bring something in
Weed and burners wrapped in cling
You've always been my queen, taught me I'm a king
Writing that bar I got goosebumps on my skin
It's been nine Christmases that you didn't have your kid
Always blame yourself for thе shit that I did
Sorry for everything mum, I love you to bits
Cathеrine McCann, the best mum that ever lived
We're McCanns and we're hated, no man, seven kids
Mum you've done amazing
Come a long way from Chedworth Crescent, sharing trainers
Armed police would raid us
Guns and tasers, that's why I fucking hate 'em
Fifty interviews, I never spoke in the station
Before I made a statement the Pope will turn Asian
Yeah my mum's an angel but she raised Satan
Fuck the GMP bacon, put my mum in the papers on front pages
Talking bout shootings, she can't walk without aching
Bro that's why I'm fuming
Cause the 5-0 nicked my mum for some shootings
A fifty-three year old woman, are you stupid?
Tryna get to me, that's my queen, I went ruthless
Sent out shooters, paid for their Treys and their Supras
But I never paid for no shooting