Blue Is The Warmest Colour

First thing a blind man does when he gets his sight

Is throw away the stick that helped him all his life

You put in that work and everything else will just fall in line

All in time but you won't find your way if you ignore the signs

I walk with mine, you should act your age and not your shoe size

Before I make it squeeze like they're too tight

Don't lose sight, on what's what, it's like you do not get it

Bro the stick came with big teeth we call it Rob Beckett

Ex on my back she wanna make up like cosmetics

You know she can't let the thought of me collect dust

I gave Crill's mum the 7 thousand that they paid me for my Next Up

You know how the field gets, my advice is get studs

Free YM they took him off road, like an SUV

I'm Tina's Boy, but I know we're all sons of refugees

Rest in Peace, all the fallen soldiers you are dearly missed

P.S I'm back and it's too late if you are hearing this

Wait lemme draw my spliff, sh*t who'd've thought of this

Remember feelin' like I drew the shorter stick

Double M I'll put on for the trenches

I'll make sure we're never short of sticks

They forget we'll reach the goal quicker if we all assist

We all was kids with dreams of being bigger than the ones before us

But I guess you can't relate if you weren't on them corners

Damn your gorgeous, but if I post you would be on the blogs

If you don't curl your fingers into G's then you ain't one of us

We was on some other stuff, they hit us with with conspiracies

Three man got filmed in one go we, we shot a trilogy

Two survived, the one that saw his n*gga die was spilling beans

Big darg, I buy 'em all big machines

Remember gov's saying Mr Shaw your cell stinks of weed

Remember I stood over him, I know that he still thinks of me

N*gga I ain't industry, more like I'm in the street

Remember I hopped out the Peugeot 208 and chinged his Tee

Since a teen, since I was a baby playin' in the scheme

I had a dream

Something like what Luther King said in his speech

But I ain't tryna preach

I ain't perfect, I'm a work in progress

I keep the baby like I don't know what birth control is

I know close friends that turned into the worst opponents

Trenchfoot for real, still stepping gotta purchase soldiers

So believe me when I tell you, you ain't worth the trollin'

Squash what, you'll feel a big breeze like your shirt was open

Yo I bought her Gucci, bought her Emilio Pucci bags

At 16 moved out my mums when they removed my tag

Was moving mad, dropped a bag and got all of the juvies waps

Told her that it's rap money, she don't know that I move these packs

Boobie trap the bandos like a pharaoh's tomb

Walkin' round in sliders but we all came with a pair of shoes

Feelin' like the camera man the way I came prepared to shoot

Had phones out on soc, like someone shout me if you hear a screw

Tearing through the rap game, this all feel like the prison food

What's even worse is I grabbed him and stabbed him til he didn't move

Had feds tryna question me about what I did and I didn't do

Spent the whole summer in a young offenders institute

I split them packs all into 2 and gave Dior half of them

Shotgun that's lucky tells we sawed it down to half the length

Came a long way from going halves on 10's

I was going nala bro I lost it all and had to start again

Yo I learnt the game young, slow burner not a slow starter

They'll tell you I'm cold, you can even ask cole palmer

No drama, you wanna leave? the door's that way

Ask K, we was down bad I told him have faith

That summer I met the plug, I told myself on that day

Imma get this paper that's either or either way

All they do is see what they say like catchphrase

Each to their own but you know that ain't my style of play

Look mum I'm famous now, they know me in all the cities

Je suis toujours occupé, that's French for I'm always busy

Always litty, if she plays Marnz Malone then call her pretty

All of you that doubted me I bet you all fell sorta silly

For my killy, I'll send him to kill so don't play around

Pop up like the boogeyman like p*ssy what you sayin' now?

Truth is a lot of you were happy that I ain't in town

I stopped rappin' drill, cause they feds just used to take it down

Never ate steak but ask (shhh) how I staked him out

Chased him down, he knows it was me because my face was out

My cape was down, N*ggas' that I hustled wid are plated now

Believe me when I tell you that not everybody makes it out