These hoes, these hoes bringin' fire to my eyes, I oh,
I know, I know it's killin' me inside
Things I've sacrificed for this life
Everybody gotta make sacrifices
Sometimes it ain't as simple as black and white is
Especially when you got a bit of gangsteritus
Trap star, rap star, man are gangster writers
We was blendin' in rentals with cats as drivers
I used to stack all the twenties spend all the fivers
Nowadays everybody wanna go viral
But I got 'em on a needle likŠµ a old vinyl
2021, year of the entitlŠµd
They say the trilogy itself's like the street bible
Separate to elevate, it's been vital
I been a big ital and bleed out my eyeballs
Different days, I'm either homicide or suicidal
I don't think it's my fault, it's just the path that I walk
Crown court spoilt, man are armed and blaggin'
Stepped in the party laggin'
They say they're gang but they're hardly bangin' (Bangin')
I'm tryna hit him in his skull like I'm bringin' Ed Hardy back in
Hit the can, then my dargs'll wrap him
Since Feltham '06, they been sayin' I been hard at rappin'
Kamikaze, the visit got half the pack in
My brudda gets it crackin' then I'm gettin' it crackin'
I'm too tapped to tap in
Shit, still smoke in my Prada jacket
These hoes, these hoes bringin' fire to my eyes, I oh,
I know, I know it's killin' me inside
Things I've sacrificed for this life
It's weird how sometimes I miss the days
When I never had a spliff to blaze
Nanny hugged me in the courtroom and kissed my face
My troubled childhood I wished away
Another day, another risk to take
Crown court, lookin' six to eight
Now I'm in the booth daily goin' six for eight
I used to mix the coke, not mix the tape
Now this mixtape cost ten bricks of flake
I need freedom like air
You never understand until 'til you see it disappear
And I can't lie I wish 'Money' was here
I'll give it all to have him back and put one in the air
Man say they wanna kill me, I ain't scared
I'll double your dare, even cover your fare
I'm goin' out like Tony at the top of the stairs
Ain't my first choice but I be in some f***ery affairs
Mum struggled for years, Nan suffered for years
That's buckets of tears
Hence the fire burnin', so when it comes to these numbers I'm too assertive
I got my suttin' on me, crisis averted
Crisis averted means it's on person
Not third person
When suspects turn victims it's on purpose
I've done bird with long-termers, wrong turners
Stop starters, cop burners, we're not learners!
