The Great British Dream Bugzy Malone

[Intro]
Glory
Glory

[Verse 1]
It's really no joke, on the road, there's no joking
We peak as YG, so the code is for soldiers
When there's no color in your clothes, there's no boastin'
When there's no hope in tryna fix what's been broken
We start off as children, so our hearts are wide open
We end up in that newspaper mugshot, just posin'
That's not how man comes down, it's all in slow motion
Lost another real one to incarceration
We can't watch the news 'cause there's falsе information
Can't walk in these shoes, it's thе undertone, implication
We built what they call reputation
Everything can take a left turn without any indication
From the block to the top, that takes patience
You can't leave the house 'til you've found motivation
I'd like to freestyle a profound explanation
It's only ever fallen angels that sit down next to Satan
I'm ready now to have a conversation
Trauma takes years to unravel, there's been many complications
I'm savvy now, I've been a couple places
When Nip spoke about a marathon, I had to win a couple races
I'm criminal, I bust a couple cases
Hurt a lot of people on the way and in my mind, I'll see their faces
I'm flyin' through the city in my spaceship
Looking back, it's like we only know where the estate is, aye