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en music - intro lyrics

(aye, can i have it up in the earphones a likkle piece my bro, love.)

[verse]
some say that i grew up too early
i ain’t even 23 but i feel 30
shout out to the girl that curved me
cah when i deep it they didn’t deserve me
no sleep from the bando shifts
cah you know i fell in love with the finer things
i don’t care about the stress it brings
if the music flops, link up on the wing
i was in debt when i first made rollin
felt like all of my hope was frozen
why do you think all the g’s stay smoking
working hard but the doors keep closing
got pain that i can’t еxpose and
i got enemiеs that can’t be known
i worked for bro when i had my phone
at one point i made the bando my home
my life going up and down
man i think about murder like way too often
i got problems with mental health
if bro don’t do it then i do it myself
jugg man up, fill him up with sh+lls
i’m tapped, i love the way the blood smells
none of my guys in a cell
if i ride out, i’m doing it well
everybody wanna be friends
but i don’t need friends, man i need some family
n0body knew en when i was trampy
bumping trains and finessing cabbies
when i could’ve gone jail
my b+tch at the time left man, didn’t want to know me
i apologise to my whole family, got no degree, got a criminal record
i don’t care about drip, i don’t care about status
i’m a real g, go check
tryna make my family proud
i don’t want to be broke or sitting in prison
f+ck them if they ain’t with man
if you’re not from the hood, you don’t understand
don’t tell me my lifestyle crazy
my cousin passed and i miss her daily
i cried to my lord for forgiveness
done things that n0body should witness
i got blood on my knife, got points on the wap
so now i gotta work legit
i hear shots in the uk, shots in albania
while i’m in the ends, just coolin’
done things that your olders ain’t
why you think all them olders hate?
chasing this money, it’s been 6 months since i beat and pressed out a bally
say my name and a man move scatty
coming from dag, shotguns and ballies
i don’t want to hear talk ’bout gang
cah when you get locked, your friends ain’t there
your mum’s in the court, just crying bares
and all the love you got disappears
[outro]
everybody wanna be real, wanna be a gangsta
but it comes with a price
we all know that this life’s a game
am i hitting the cells or reaching fame?
same time, man, i wanna give up
cah i tried too much, had enough of fighting
but god only test the strongest soldiers
keep my head up and ride it…

- en music lyrics

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