Grime Pt. 1
Fuck what they heard. They weren’t outside when the shit got peak. They weren’t duckin’ feds, they weren’t holdin’ heat. This that pain they can’t fake, bruv. Look— Came from fuck-all, rats and scraps, Cats on the strip with a rock in wraps. Feds in the rear, gotta ditch that wap, Heart gone numb, I ain’t feel no snap. Four deep in a stolen whip, Tryna put corn in a pagan’s ribs. Bro said “go,” I ain’t ask no shit— Just grabbed that blade and I took that trip. Look, man grew up where the light don’t shine, Cold as fuck in the council line. Mum got robbed tryna shop one time, And the olders laughed, said “life ain't kind.” Had to learn quick how to grip that blade, Grew up fast in a world of rage. Seen man bleed on the curb, broad day, Still hear screams when I blink, no play. Grew with the crooks and the fiends and tramps, No dad round, just scumbags and scams. Still hit church with a fucked up plan, Tryna ask God why my life so mad. Stuck in the beef with the mask and shank, Had my back to the wall in the coldest flats. I don’t rap for the likes or fans— I rap ‘cause I lived where the hope don’t land. Came from fuck-all, rats and scraps, Cats on the strip with a rock in wraps. Feds in the rear, gotta ditch that wap, Heart gone numb, I ain’t feel no snap. I was 15 with a rage in chest, Grew up watchin’ my bredrins stretch, Now I watch opps and the reaper step. Still got bros in the can for moves, Still got hate in my veins like fuel. Still see kids on the block with tools, ‘Cause dreams don’t live in a place this cruel. Seen man beg for their life on roads, Begging and twitchin’ with holes in clothes. I don’t talk tough — I just expose, Everything real from the guts to the toes. I don’t care ‘bout drip or chains, Had my back stabbed more than I can name. So fuck your rap and your TikTok fame— I’m the voice of the dark, I spit man’s pain. Cold in my blood, that’s frostbite, mate. I ain’t soft, I was born in hate. Seen more trauma than the news dictate— I don’t want love, I just want that plate. I just want bread for the fam and the mates, I just want peace, but I know it's late. So until that day when I meet them gates— I move with the devils that kept me safe. They love the story but fear the truth. They want the bars but not the proof. I came from frost, no sunshine youth… And I still got pain I ain’t put in the booth. Yet.
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Fuck what they heard. They weren’t outside when the shit got peak. They weren’t duckin’ feds, they weren’t holdin’ heat. This that pain they can’t fake, bruv. Look— Came from fuck-all, rats and scraps, Cats on the strip with a rock in wraps. Feds in the rear, gotta ditch that wap, Heart gone numb, I ain’t feel no snap. Four deep in a stolen whip, Tryna put corn in a pagan’s ribs. Bro said “go,” I ain’t ask no shit— Just grabbed that blade and I took that trip. Look, man grew up where the light don’t shine, Cold as fuck in the council line. Mum got robbed tryna shop one time, And the olders laughed, said “life ain't kind.” Had to learn quick how to grip that blade, Grew up fast in a world of rage. Seen man bleed on the curb, broad day, Still hear screams when I blink, no play. Grew with the crooks and the fiends and tramps, No dad round, just scumbags and scams. Still hit church with a fucked up plan, Tryna ask God why my life so mad. Stuck in the beef with the mask and shank, Had my back to the wall in the coldest flats. I don’t rap for the likes or fans— I rap ‘cause I lived where the hope don’t land. Came from fuck-all, rats and scraps, Cats on the strip with a rock in wraps. Feds in the rear, gotta ditch that wap, Heart gone numb, I ain’t feel no snap. I was 15 with a rage in chest, Grew up watchin’ my bredrins stretch, Now I watch opps and the reaper step. Still got bros in the can for moves, Still got hate in my veins like fuel. Still see kids on the block with tools, ‘Cause dreams don’t live in a place this cruel. Seen man beg for their life on roads, Begging and twitchin’ with holes in clothes. I don’t talk tough — I just expose, Everything real from the guts to the toes. I don’t care ‘bout drip or chains, Had my back stabbed more than I can name. So fuck your rap and your TikTok fame— I’m the voice of the dark, I spit man’s pain. Cold in my blood, that’s frostbite, mate. I ain’t soft, I was born in hate. Seen more trauma than the news dictate— I don’t want love, I just want that plate. I just want bread for the fam and the mates, I just want peace, but I know it's late. So until that day when I meet them gates— I move with the devils that kept me safe. They love the story but fear the truth. They want the bars but not the proof. I came from frost, no sunshine youth… And I still got pain I ain’t put in the booth. Yet.
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