[Chorus]
I still remember the first wetting
Filled up with hype and adrenaline
Gave the yout' a little leggin'
Next time was a face shot, progression
My youngin got life, stressin'
Wonderin' if we'll forget him
Back then for six racks, get 'em
Now times that by ten just for renting
It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'
It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon
This music just came as a blessin'
After all of the rain and the lessons
Promoters, they pay for my entrance
These people, they pay for a sentence
Robbed the plug, never meant it
My biggest mistake, I left it
[Verse 1]
Grew up with my mum (Mum)
Used to see my dad a bit (A bit)
'Til I started movin' so dumb
He couldn't even manage it
I was fourteen and I was missin' like Madeleine
Stealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis
I quit school for the bangin' strip
But let's go back a bit
Mum moved me out of London when I was like ten
But I was the same out there, I was badder again
So by thirteen, we was back in the ends (We're back)
But bringin' me back to that shitty estate
Was probably my mum's biggest mistake
But she never grew up or lived in this place
Met my dad here, thinks the city is great
Biggest mistake, this ain't no city your kids wanna play
I'm from where, real young, you make killers as mates
That's maximum profit on minimum wage
Now I'm a star, they won't give me no space
Bad bitch with an innocent face
Why you broke? There's a million ways
Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways
Yo, this rap weren't never the plan
I'm cool but never a fan (Never)
Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man
But you need money to be the best that you can
If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can
Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang
Young little teenagers steppin' for man
That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)
I still remember the first wetting
Filled up with hype and adrenaline
Gave the yout' a little leggin'
Next time was a face shot, progression
My youngin got life, stressin'
Wonderin' if we'll forget him
Back then for six racks, get 'em
Now times that by ten just for renting
It ain't 'bout the start, it's the endin'
It ain't 'bout your heart, it's the weapon
This music just came as a blessin'
After all of the rain and the lessons
Promoters, they pay for my entrance
These people, they pay for a sentence
Robbed the plug, never meant it
My biggest mistake, I left it
[Verse 1]
Grew up with my mum (Mum)
Used to see my dad a bit (A bit)
'Til I started movin' so dumb
He couldn't even manage it
I was fourteen and I was missin' like Madeleine
Stealin' phones, chippin' in with my niggas for cannabis
I quit school for the bangin' strip
But let's go back a bit
Mum moved me out of London when I was like ten
But I was the same out there, I was badder again
So by thirteen, we was back in the ends (We're back)
But bringin' me back to that shitty estate
Was probably my mum's biggest mistake
But she never grew up or lived in this place
Met my dad here, thinks the city is great
Biggest mistake, this ain't no city your kids wanna play
I'm from where, real young, you make killers as mates
That's maximum profit on minimum wage
Now I'm a star, they won't give me no space
Bad bitch with an innocent face
Why you broke? There's a million ways
Got my knife every day 'cause I'm still in my ways
Yo, this rap weren't never the plan
I'm cool but never a fan (Never)
Not havin' money don't make no one less of a man
But you need money to be the best that you can
If I go broke, I'll go rest in the can
Bump into opps and I'm reppin' the gang
Young little teenagers steppin' for man
That man ain't got no bodies but reckon they're bad (How?)
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