[Intro]
(Ayo, Twintwo, this is a bad boy beat)
You expect of me a speech?
I have only one to give
All men are born to die, we know it
We carry it with us always
If your day be today

[Verse 1]
Can someone tell me does this feel real?
Little Frenchy weren't the real deal
Lying 'bout his brother, don't believe him it's all spilled milk
If I saw him, then I'd wrap him like a meal deal
Grab him by his collar, scruff his hair up, make him feel ill
Little white boy, acting gully, needs a chill pill
Haning round with people for the image, it don't feel real
Just got to laugh and keep the real sealed
Just silly little cunts, how could you ever fucking kill Bill?
Never could they kill me
Had to see my brother die from heroin, it's filthy
Like fuck I feel so guilty
(The) streets they never built me
I swear they made it worse, first it was my aunty
Then my brother in that fucking hearse
Think I'd lie about the stupid little life I've lived
Moved to England, showed my cousins all the knives I hid
And all the ones they bought
I remember days when I was shooting out the window with his rifle, when I was feeling bored
But you would understand
Cause your just such a little gangster in your head, I guess you lived it on your Instagram
Six foot two face scars, from the scraps I've had
Stone cold eyes from my battles, like I'm Galahad
Or maybe Lancelot
I'm pretty handy with my sword, but you can't ask a lot
Pussy go and dance it off
I raise a glass to god
If they knew just how it felt to be a Catholic, where I'm from
You'd keep it out your gob
[Verse 2]
I got Saint Michael on my shoulder through my darkest times
Been through war, I've held a body, now my brothers died
Your life's been hard, but your excuses eat you up inside
My life's been tricky, but shit happens, I just grab the mic
Close my eyes
Hear you laughing in the background of this image
In my head when you were still alive
Stars align
I've got courage in my blood, I'm the descendant of a king, that's on my mother's side
And when I get a hold of a gun
I wanna shoot my rival straight in his lungs, and drive away to the sun
Sorry mum, I know you listen, I'm done
I guess I'm working on myself, when I run, but I'm a crazed little cunt
Might be smoking a blunt, or maybe fighting for fun
If you knew my situation, then it's father to son
My older brother was drunk, but even he had more about him than these industry bums, the party's only begun
Sorry Obi, have I said something wrong?
Don't wanna' start to hurt their feelings, with the bars in my songs
Don't want to hit them in the nerve, and tangle up with their thong
'Cause I can mix a bath with acid, if it evers goes wrong
Grab the fucker by his legs, and bring them others along
And then I chuck them in the potion, like I'm Wizard of Oz, fuck it
I'm only messing of course, if you're my enemy, then strengthen your doors
Unless you're ready for war
[Verse 3]
It's funny how I felt this way from the start, the cheeky fuckers never played in a part
But still they ask in advance, all them favours I create in the dark
But when I'm lost, they can't relay me a path, I just sit back and I laugh
Grab the missus a glass, might stick on the televison while the zoots getting passed, hold a marvelous arse
All my life I've walked towards the mirage, and I ain't stoppin' like affordable cars
I'm a G not a star, I'm a G not a beg
I think their parents didn't realize when they dropped on their head
'Cause if you think you're getting rich from masturbating in bed
Then you're a silly little prick, that('ll) never see the success
I made a way for the rest, every track I molest
Used to shot along the ocean, with some ***** like a pest, fuck a snitch to the death
It's been a difficult year, but I ain't stopping for no typical tears, so grab a spliff and a beer