| I better slow down |
| 'Cause I keep-keep drippin' out words I don’t wanna say |
| Just tell me 'bout it now |
| 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay |
| Nastylgia |
| And I can’t keep-keep, and I can’t keep livin' this way |
| And I can’t keep-keep leavin' here with nothing |
| Hmm, listen |
| Back in Primary, Q&A streaks |
| See life changed up on the side, we got beef |
| Poke on my blade, and life on my street |
| Yo, we had fuck all, had to grind on my feet |
| I used to hustle with my guy every week |
| I moved to Homerton in '09 |
| still I’m with my own guys |
| Rest up. That’s my nigga from the old time |
| Used to play goal-to-goal then we bill a phoneline |
| Didn’t know your marg was blind and deaf the whole time |
| Yo, my Gs is a driller, whole 9 |
| Same church that I saw my first friends |
| I lost my fuckin' first guys |
| I’m from Churchill where the birds fly |
| Hood grind, miss the park days |
| Time I wish that I could turn time |
| I better slow down |
| 'Cause I keep-keep drippin' out words I don’t wanna say |
| Just tell me 'bout it now |
| 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay |
| Labelled as a driller, 'cause my life full of sins |
| Who would’ve thought that I made Homerton win? |
| Bust my case, my parents still grin |
| 'Cause even he knows I’m a lucky kid |
| Two times walkin' out the billy, ain’t no puppy shit |
| I really live this and I still speak the Queen’s English |
| I miss the bird, can’t gift it, don’t get it twisted |
| Labelled as a gang, but we’re just brothers doin' business |
| We been here with nothin' |
| Listen |
| My team is strong, there’s no space for the weak |
| Wealth street, comma movin', different type of weight on my feet |
| Thank God I missed the oppo, but time flies when there’s beef in the streets |
| I’m still surprised on how the feds done a sweep |
| Free all my niggas |
| I better slow down |
| 'Cause I keep-keep drippin' out words I don’t wanna say |
| Just tell me 'bout it now |
| 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay |
| The last ones left, we all feel survivors' guilt |
| So when the hood’s home, better make sure lines get built |
| 'Cause this is brotherhood, we’re black yutes from the same motherhood |
| Makin' sure my mother and my lost soldier’s mothers good |
| And love ain’t the same in the other hood |
| I know that I shouldn’t be in ends, but feel like I should |
| Fuck the industry plants, they took the scene with out us, look |
| We been here with nothin' |
| I better slow down |
| 'Cause I keep-keep drippin' out words I don’t wanna say |
| Just tell me 'bout it now |
| 'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay |