Midnight On Ilford Lane Potter Payper

[Intro]
(Ebon made this)
(Bigzy, that's a banger)

[Verse 1]
2 phones ringin’, thats 3 a day
44. in my right pocket, no DNA
5 day shootin, word, I shoulda got a VMA
PP I been getting paid since EMA
I had my back against the wall, I couldn’t beat my case
N’ I ain’t rap rich, I’m gettin legal aid
Blind eyes could look at me and see my pain
Talkin to Kevin up in heaven, look what we became
I just know along the way I lost my way
I just know that tables turn and people change
I just had to sit back for a second, just pree the game
I seen pussy’s selling like its midnight on Ilford Lane
Meanwhile, real g’s up the road, life goin’ down the drain
Shit its such a fuckin shame
Now I’m lookin’ at my daughter through this picture frame
God let me go I swear I’ll never sell that shit again
Who’s eatin? Where? Quick, let me fix a plate
Cos rap ain’t paying me back like when you tick your mate
And now I’m getting sentenced when they fix a date
Prayin for a 6-8, praying it’s a little late
But its fucked how I just outgrew this place
And I know I got that “I would never do this” face
All my goonish ways, troubled from my youthful days
Make me have to roll with a shh incase
Cah, I always gotta worry bout the payback
Some punk that i roughed up way back
You catch a stray shot, never lick a stay cat
Cause thats a dumb case, I can't rate that
The sky still grey black
Cause my schoolfriends a cat
And my dargs in a A-Cat
And real love you can't replace that
So pass the liquor, I dont chase that
Shit
In 016 i was Gucci with the face tat
In my hood, my hood, like Ray Blk
I’m something like Elvis in Graceland
A man talk more than bitches but never page man