If the good go young then I guess I'll be the last left
Sayin rest in peace to dingy until me last breath
Tryna reach a hundred thou bruda dats me next step
People in me dms got me feeling like am up next
And I feel like I deserve to be
Nothing but real rap an that's why there feeling me
I've always backed me mates anytime that they've needed me
But when I went to jail the same kids started leaving me
But I know that it's the last time
Fuck queuing in serverys when it's dinner time
Am in sitting down writing bars just to pass time
Pictures on me wall got me thinking about past times
Brush poles out the window when we send lines
Eight and a half in a cell that's a long time
In the dock I told the judge that the straps mine
Now I'm back in jail second time for the same crime
Am only rappin what am livin
If am letting off a twelve gauge then it's good riddens
Ask the cats that I serve about the food that I'm Whippin
Only ten ten anytime I step into a kitchen
And it used to be four doors
Four fours
Now I'm stuck in a cell got me looking at these four walls
Life's been up and down like a seesaw
I've got two kids that I need to see more
An it makes me feel bad
Me little girl calls me by my first name an it's sad
Speaking to her on the phone an she don't know that I'm her dad
I'd be lying if i said that it didn't drive me mad
But it's no one's fault but me own
I've got me pictures on the wall so I can see how they've grown
I came in around nine now I'm fourteen stone
Set kids rnt ready for the day I touch road
I came in by meself so I'll ride it on me own
Locked up in jail but iv still got my graft phone
Smokin polly on a pipe getting stoned
I was making new tracks in me cell through a pad phone
Different jails for me mates flying drones
Am new to the music it's the streets we're I'm known
I'll be heading to the studio as soon as I'm home
Got people askin me for features like iv already blown
An people seein how I live in jail an think it's not bad
Dior runners comin to me pad in a prop bag
Got me riding a seven I can't get tag
Caught me with a shotty in the loft in a bike bag
In a stolie we don't take tags
Shotty in a gym bag
I'm lookin double figures if I get grabbed
I'm in and out of jail for selling swap
Am Either active with the lads
Or am based in a slags
And you've never took a raid and had to hide on the rooftops
When I got nicked they found the shotty in the loft
Big twelve up and over with two shots
Armed police all around the gaff it was hot
Am active on the wing anytime that I'm unlocked
Done it all me life an not once have I been robbed
In the streets until the day that me heart stops
They put me back in jail the same day me first track dropped