kaymuni – jail call lyrics
[verse]
i wonder who you been with, i’m feeling like rylo
i can’t lie, i think about you with my eyes closed
five poles got swept up on one sweep
you think that was bad, bro that was in one week
one fiend i met made me meet a hundred more
they ain’t find the t but they kicked every other door
another call coming through, looks like a jail call
my mummy knows what i do, she said “just be careful”
but mummy, what you think that we got all these sticks for?
we really tryna k!ll, why you think they talk sl!cks for?
a hunnid missed calls, all my cats wanna k!ll me
got a ten for the mash, tryna do danes filthy
the obbo got real, yo they even put f in it
i got the drop, ten minutes later i peppered it
and someone tell the feds i’ve stopped trapping, i rap now
anytime i’m up, yo they try send me back down
i used to never wanna rap, bro told me to rap more
i slept on the floor in the t, i was that poor
my mum was dead broke, that’s what i used to trap for
he ain’t teach me how to be a man, what i got a dad for?
i got spun two times in ten days, lost two phones
spent ten quid on two drones and lost ’em both
all i ever wanted was a box of coke
muni played the streets cah i ain’t have an option bro
used to be peds, now they slide on surrons
it’s time is money 2 but i writ this on the ones
i don’t think you have a clue what i lost for this
my boy died, you think i give a f+ck what it costs to live?
i know how to feel, i’m too used to this bang+up
i begged for a bring+in but they never brang us
bosses move in silence, that’s why i don’t really speak
i ain’t linked gran since i came home but secretly
i wish i did, she died out the blue, unexpected
the way that they tpac the whip, i ain’t expect it
they gave danes eighteen years, that’s my brudda though
and tell ’em i ain’t ever going out like gunna bro
put a nine into tens, i got more cats than friends
i love my bros but i don’t give a f+ck about the ends
cah they don’t love me back
you think that she’s sweet, she got you honey trapped
he done ten summers and he can’t get them summers back
you ain’t ever sat in a cell and felt empty
broke packs down with bentley, now i need a bentley
had a convo with a lifer, we spoke about everything
he said “i pray that you go clear”, he was genuine
i gotta make it cah they gave all my boys bids
i never had my own, i got round with my boy’s stick
and i ain’t have a choice b+tch, you know the life i live
my boy on induction, he’s going to a lifer’s wing
free bro, thirty+one summers until he’s home
he’ll tell you “when muni was young, he was billing phones”
i was selling phones, we was out robbing every day
cah muni love money, i need money in every way
i’m probably down the block if we ain’t spoke in two days
i can’t lie, we lost four guns in two raids
two tapes, now my old ting thinks i’m famous
i bought new guns before i bought new trainers
we really spread bine bro so don’t go against the grain
ain’t n0body held me down when my sentence came
cutting through the trench in my brand new jordan 1’s
and i don’t even want it if i gotta ask more than once
every girl i speak to thinks i got twenty girls
muni got a tenner for my nine with twenty bells
time is money 2 but this my deluxe sh+t
and truth is, i don’t even know what deluxe is
i can tell you what drugs is though cah i sold ’em
i never been to hollywood but i been to malvern
this car’s stolen, she thinks it’s legitimate
and baby i only smoke weed, not no cigarettes
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