Gospel

(Sometimes i get)

(Sometimes i get)

(Oh, sometimes i get)

(Sometimes i get)

Blowin' cigarette smoke

Out the driver's side of this beat up, 09' Vauxhall

True say i'd rather sleep in here

Than spend another night in this bissheads hostel

Jay say he droppin' at midnight

He low on credit, I wait for the drop call

The cats treat this spot like a place of worship

Mans Benedict or John Paul

So when I rap that's gospel

I spent last year so close to the edge

I'm surprised i've still got my sanity

Should've known that bitch wouldn't hold me down

These hoes got zero gravity

Still I gotta steer this ship

Shit, if not for me for the sake of my family

This pack can't go in no glove box

Better secrete that one in your cavity

Things that we do for the belly

Most normal people would find outrageous

Man's still knee deep in this fuckery

It's mad how man treat me like i'm famous

I know good yutes that went school, kick ball

And they met the wrong side of a stainless

My young boy armed and dangerous

We chase money not clout or status

Them boy too insecure

How you findin' strength in a next man's weakness?

Despite all them Zs that i ran tru

Most of them nights in the trizz was sleepless

I write these raps like scriptures

Tryna give faith to the non believers

Man are lucky my heart too clean

Mum's life I would take that yute to the cleaners

I used to ride round on pedals

Pouch full of pebbles, hungry and paro

Bro I was born in the deep end

All man's tings still say man's shallow

Flyin' O, took a break at bp, sleepy

Wait on me like hallow

My block united, touch one of mine

We gon' get right back like Dalot

Blowin' cigarette smoke

Out the passenger side of this factory new plate Audi

Talkin' my name

Borough gossip, stop it

I beg a man lowe me

I don't wanna fly dubai

Fuck that tryna' get this line hot like saudi

This nokia twerkin'

The gang put work in most of england's home counties

Look sun, rain, sleet or snow

I been in O, whatever the weather is

The whitney came white like me

True say bobby got way more melanin

Still strictly business regardless

What mans sellin' or where man's sellin' it

Bro i couldn't give a fuck 'bout how man get it

Shit, as long as your gettin' it

Look this one ain't got no hook, no bridge, no nuttin'

Just me and my demons

You better take your pick

You wan' risk your life or risk your freedom

I told bro if they take my life

Don't make it right, just make it even

Right now man's just loading

Let's speak again at the end of the season

Sure

(Oooh)