Lets get it straight blud, wait blud
I ain't the type of dude to spread that fake love
Is it just me? or is the scene now filled up with fake thugs
Not enough givers way too many takers
My third mixtape tried to help you wake up
But many didn't listen so they still remain tucked
Under their bedsheets their brains are dead meat
And if you're a real gangster why do you emcee
Please pause, take a couple minutes think about it
The amount of actors in this music games astounding
How am I sounding? wait, can you hear me clearly
I ain't here to brag & boast so you don't have to fear me
And I don't care about your 9 bags, or about your 5 slags
Or about your straps or your fine swag
And I don't care if your comment says this guys wack
You can keep selling your shit, but I don't buy crap
Because the fact is, for me it's practice
I try & elevate minds, without a fat spliff
Many brothers in this game are not match fit
Some rappers should be politicians because they chat shit
I wanna stack big, and invest some land in the motherland so I can build a fat crib
Cos' if I buy a house here I can get a shoebox for the same price & live below average
It's so backwards, but we're so use to it
And brothers rather glamourise a bunch of stupidness
And then they look at me like who does he think he is
Me, I'll give my life to tell the truth to kids
But what will you do, you go & buy some new shoes
And a platinum chain & pose on YouTube
(Haha) but whatever suits you
I ain't knocking it bruv, be real & do you
I don't shot nothing, some need to stop fronting
Because the queen benefits but the block doesn't
And Babylon are locking man up by dozens
And keep brothers with potential down in dungeons
Thats why you always catch me in the studio
I'm never running around after these stupid hoes
I've been about for two years, and you should know
I'm a 80's baby been around since subbuteo
And trust me, I'm realer the most
I'll be on my moped I twist the throttle then ghost
And I'll be round in a sec, I'm out when its wet
I'm in & out of traffic like I'm out having sex
But never will I give my willy out to a sket
The only girl who gets it is my queen & that is Becks
Cos' every good man needs a woman that is bless
And if you can't get one then you're gonna be depressed
Yes, now back to the scene
Cos' nuff man are getting gassed up in their dreams
Making bare pees selling crack to the fiends
But I don't wanna kill another brother but thats just me
My mind is free but I can't say the same about the city
Time is running out so I'mma say it quickly
Other rappers sound like clones & it's a pitty
Theres no originality they're jizzing over Drizzy
Cor' my name is Nate if you don't know me
I keep a low profile like I'm Kony
I ain't a phoney, I don't smoke weed
Shouts to Cyclonious thats my homie blud but no homo
I try elevate my crowed when I go shows
You're a flipping fool if you follow YOLO
Shouts to Jamal cos' he just did my promo, for SBTV