When I walk down Westbrook I get thoughts of the old me
That wrote down what he felt and didn't ever get cold feet
Now the souls on my Nikes are on ice till my toes bleed
I got lost along the way there's so much that that I don't speak
I feel selfish when I started, my bars were bout heading homes
Now it's bro got brick work fuck feds and I smoke weed
Kinda hard when life hits you like walls made of concrete
Them gang signs will give u signals but here you can't roam free
My nigga I was down on Westbrook
When I seen a reversing motor
Burning smoke and catch a man slipping and sliding G
And that's probably why I'm aggy when I hear them tires screech
Civilians can lose their lives just from living right by the beef
From the dawn to evening
Mark's of weakness, marks of woe
Harlets on the streets, and heat on the stove
Nigga From the south
Kinda poetic how the poverty gets watered down
They said it don't exist, we cried rivers to show they're in denial
Since we were kids we hated man More than we did
I saw the family broke and started rap with no thoughts to be rich
Anger driven lyrics, for the system that tore at my kin
And this was all before we seen the four's for the war on the strip
I was fifteen taught myself production
Me and - made a thousand beats that summer
That was before he built the trap
Now if we speaking we speak about nothing
Or how the pagans in the ends got the heat to his cousin
I started questioning faith like how I get this low?
The irony, first got high walking dow Westbrook road
I seen a fiend unconscious, mouth was drenched in foam
I promise that shit will stick with you more than envelopes
That's why my thoughts going so deep
What if finally I go check my pops and he's OD'd
Won't know If we don't speak
The jokes on me
I'll Be on Westbrook Writing bout how my nigga just Sold keys
So -
I don't sleep with my Eyes closed
We just ducking sirens walking on tight ropes
But pressure makes a diamond as far as I know
Maybe I'll just play along
But I don't think imma make it home
(It's All on me)
I Can't even find time
(It's All on me)
Guess it's a fine line
(Thats All I need)
Na Na Na Na Na
Yeah, yeah
When I walk down Westbrook road I get thoughts of the old me
That wrote down what he felt and didn't ever get cold feet
Now the souls on my Nikes are on ice till my toes bleed
I got too much pride, let my City Control me
Unemployed due to my case
Had to sweep a spillage for a dickhead wage
Starved myself preparing people's dinner plates
So lavish wasn't in my vocab the way I was living
I probably wrote your favourite bars in the back of that kitchen
Feds on Westbrook,
Got priors on our recs
I link my bro whipping a stoly
We ain't spoken since July -
There's been quite a few stabbings in the last two days in this area
If we run into stop checks then shit we'll both be doing time
I keep dreaming if I get late a friend it won't Fashionably
My niggas put on latex but not for Fashion week
In South London we complain about the pain
But Utes from third world countries
Will see our Struggle as scallop feast
They might not even see the sun, but found a brighter side
Meanwhile I'm stressed cah fans seen me working my nine to five
Still in fucked up ninety-fives
Writing rhymes everyday I'm quite surprised
That I'm the guy these strangers seem to idolise
Cah all my niggas own equity, in setting basins
The dark and white get sold separately, segregation
I ain't never sold a drug but you can check my payslips
The only thing I can't refund is my dedication
The jakes pull up doing door checks on the strip
If anybody asks, we tell 'em forex made 'em rich
My friends became trappers, slappers, I became a rapper
And I don't know who really got the short end of the sitck
Maybe
That's why my thoughts going so deep
Should've never been in love from so young we had bold dreams
That folded With no sleep
The jokes on me
I was on Westbrook when I told her I promise I won't leave
So -
I don't sleep with my Eyes closed
We just ducking sirens walking on tight ropes
But pressure makes a diamond as far as I know
Maybe I'll just play along
But I don't think imma make it home
(It's All on me)
I Can't even find time
(It's All on me)
Guess it's a fine line
(Thats All I need)
Na Na Na Na Na
Yeah, yeah