Tonart: Bb minor
Verse 1
Am
I ain't scared of you motherfuckers
The road rolled, I was quick to choose it
Now I run up in studios
G
and the booth, I ab use it
F
My life starts confusing,
don't like losing
Half my camp starving,
yeah I think I've proved it
I find it hard to write music
cause my phone blows
my mum hates what I'm doing
Hates me shutting in the flats,
G
I know the neighbours are still using
Am
At 16 I had to get away,
flat was locked up, I took my shit
G
And I moved up to Holloway
F
Hit the strip hard, yeah, and quickly
I got a name 24 for 15,
G
what I've been's gotta pay
but our food weren't the same
You didn't like the taste of my food,
you could fold up, hey
G
F
I move rap, shoot straps,
I need to better my way
And if I get a job,
nah, it could spatter my day
G
Am
Listen, the wrong road,
I was quick to choose it
Now I'm stuck in this game
G
and there's no way that I'm losing
F
I used to roll with a bag of tugs
Now I'm grinding on the road
G
on my own with a bag of drugs
Am
I used to kick ball,
but I had a short temper
G
I was quick to stab like a pitbull,
United youth
Who would've known 5 years later
I'd be on the ground
Am
Year 8, that's when this shit
started to bother me
Every man in new creps
F
Got expelled from school
and started doing robberies
Caught a case then I switched my hustle,
Am
Got 3 years, came out, started shirting B
I got a master plan, bring a fam back
G
F
a lot of G's I rep
Highbury, call me a Beretta boy
You got beef with me
G
if you got beef with Cheddar boy
Am
From winter through to summer time
My niggas keep it thoroughblood
Hackney man love a grind
G
Rep for the borough cuz
F
Come in my hood and you will find
Old school and young G's
Niggas in the cat belly,
Am
Slippin' in the hood
you lose your life before you're 20 B
You drown out the pain
G
with the weed smokin' Hennessy
F
You're snaked by your friends
cause you thought you
knew your enemies
You're hopin' for a change
G
but you ain't gonna find a remedy, nah
Am
I've been around the block
I've worked round the clock
My shit poppin,
G
I ain't stoppin till I get my props
F
and know that we'll reach the top
Bump heads and beat the lot,
we buck heads and fuck feds
G
It's mash time, we was hot,
Am
you don't like, you suck your mum
And I ain't playin games,
anyone take it how you want
F
and I ain't never gonna change,
I'm too stuck in my ways
It's mash time, back down,
Outro 1
Am
G
F
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