VERSE 1:
I'm from a place where, it's a bailiffs at the door/
sniff heads and whores, kids running from the law/
dick heads with draws, talking like they're raw/
shotted out and ounce, now they're talking like they saw/
the other side of the tracks, they're never turning back/
'till they end up getting jacked, beaten up and stabbed/
and they're singing like Amy, going back to black/
they acted like a gangster, then ended up a rat/
same time, an old ladies getting mugged/
by a junky 'cos he clucks, for the love of the drugs/
police searching for the cats, and you hear all these mugs/
calling the old bird a snitch, thinking that they're thugs/
like the old birds gonna strap up, and look for fiends/
kids in there teens, living in a dream/
talking like they know, 'cos they've sniffed a bit of coke/
but I catch 'em on the roads, i'll be eating up there doe/
BRIDGE:
Sort us out Age, you know I get me giro Tuesday/ Come on bruv/
VERSE 2:
I was that kid, that acted like a dick/
a lot of what I did, was shameless, I admit/
a mouth so big, I was quick with my fists/
but you wouldn't wanna cross me, especially when I'm pissed/
but at the same time, i'm my defence/
I had to, raise myself, it didn't make sense/
15 and kicked out, so knives got flicked out/
now I laugh with my dick out, 'cos i'm looking rich now/
well, neighbourhood rich, but richer than you/
and I, still got a dick, bigger than you/
some call it arrogance, I call it success/
girls seems to love it, the boys seem upset/-
so don't hate me 'cos i'm making it, i'm taking it/
all the way to the bank, while you fakes are still faking it/
another rapper rapping about money, but i'm done/
and it's my fucking CD, i'll rap what I want!/
VERSE 3:
I grew up, living off catalogues and tick/
down the pawn shop, every time Christmas hits/
searching down the sofa, 'cos them pennies make quids/
and if I can get 2 quid, then I can get pissed/
then I shot like Derrick Trotter, and it's lovely jublee/
rolling in a hummer limo, sipping on bubbly/
leaning out the window, popping the bub/
shouting, this is what happens when you sell drugs/
I, done the crime, done double the time/
now i'm, doing fine, i'm doing it right/
i'm, living my life, i'm living it nice/
and the cats on the estate, still getting high/
all the whores got older, but they still swallow cum/
kids still knock shit, and stay on the run/
dick heads still shot a bit of weed, and think they're the don/
none of us are no good, but this is our song/
Kraze Kingston's Studio Sessions. I feature on the song Conservatives (Get The Fuck Out) and gave a preview from my 3rd and final CD in TELL IT LIKE IT IS. FREE DOWNLOADSSS AGER
