[Verse 1: Chip]
Creep with me, let's take a walk through the north where
It's boom, bye bye for road talking (BANG!)
Most my boys got stab wounds, means I've been stressing
How the fuck did I survive? Made my mind my only weapon
Want pain? I can give you that
Look, I've got dead friends, I can't bring em back
Maybe God took them away cause I need angels
Have you ever seen a murder? It'll change you
Like maybe for the better, maybe for the worst
Might bust a gut, you might write a verse
Choose wisely, I could show you how the hood do
I done seen it bring a killer out of good yout, it's all true
I don't know about you but listen, I've got dreams
To get my family out the hood, as hard as it might be
My parents wasn't born here so fuck the BNP
My kids will only know the manor as a football team
I don't want them growing up like me, the city's cutthroat
Call the 2-7, I ain't nervous, look who bussed up
I'm too smooth for a postcode punch up
Plus we all from the same place, mum's crotch
Vultures, gorillas, snakes, I crept round them
Good kid, mad city, Kendrick wasn't out there
So there weren't a CD to help coping
There's two Os in emotion, come smoke em
Creep with me, let's take a walk through the north where
It's boom, bye bye for road talking (BANG!)
Most my boys got stab wounds, means I've been stressing
How the fuck did I survive? Made my mind my only weapon
Want pain? I can give you that
Look, I've got dead friends, I can't bring em back
Maybe God took them away cause I need angels
Have you ever seen a murder? It'll change you
Like maybe for the better, maybe for the worst
Might bust a gut, you might write a verse
Choose wisely, I could show you how the hood do
I done seen it bring a killer out of good yout, it's all true
I don't know about you but listen, I've got dreams
To get my family out the hood, as hard as it might be
My parents wasn't born here so fuck the BNP
My kids will only know the manor as a football team
I don't want them growing up like me, the city's cutthroat
Call the 2-7, I ain't nervous, look who bussed up
I'm too smooth for a postcode punch up
Plus we all from the same place, mum's crotch
Vultures, gorillas, snakes, I crept round them
Good kid, mad city, Kendrick wasn't out there
So there weren't a CD to help coping
There's two Os in emotion, come smoke em
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