My Life

Living in war
Not a breakthrough fam cause my heart and my vision is pure
This ain’t shit you can sit and ignore
Real shit got these types listening more
Four years ago my dad got locked
How long am I gunna have to visit him for?
I don’t wanna be seperated no longer
I wish I could visit him more
Thinking about when I was a yout
And I never knew that shit was this raw
Thinking about if I was there when Shamz got stabbed and was hitting that floor
Thinking about how my mom feels when feds come to me yard kicking the door
Thinking about how easy it is on roads to just tell the rich from the poor
Thinking about that shit got me thinking why the fuck should I stick to the law
Violate me get licked in the jaw
Wanna take me for a prick are you sure?
I doubt that mate
I’m about that mate
I without that mate
Realest nigga that’s out damn straight
2 Real you don’t know I shout that mate
Thinking you’re bad cause you bagged out that weight
How you gunna eat without that plate?
I know you wanna give man a shout that’s bait
When my CD drops man hate
Up for all night but it never felt that late
You tried getting in I blocked out that snake
And fam I just wanna let man know
I ain’t leaving the game without mad cake
This is my life
My lyrics
My Visions
My decisions
My brain
My pain
Three of the realest man in the grime game
Let me spit some real shit
No deal shit
Yeah it’s got to the stage I don’t feel shit
Yeah I remember them day’s where I’d steal shit
Or run around ends with the steel shit
So don’t get me wrong I might deal shit
Cah I’m still out here on some trill shit
Nuff man wanna talk bout clips and straps
But a matter of fact they don’t kill shit
You see last week
Yeah my auntie died
And up until then blud I’ve hardly cried
I’ve been too gassed up on a party vibe
Is this the right way yo I can’t decide
Yeah it might be left
Yeah it might be right
Is he my bro or a snidey guy?
Yeah I moved to the ends in '95
In 2-double-0−7 I was writing rhymes
And then six years flew
And I’ve stayed relevant in those six years too
People keep saying yo this year’s you
And I tell them mandem thanks for trying
You ain’t the man for grime
I’m the man for grime
And my nan was right
I’m a little bastard I’ve been mad for time
I ain’t scared of anyone that’s alive
Think I’m big now wait til I maximize
I eat alive
Tell that wasteman pass the mic
And don’t catch a hype
And don’t throw jabs with a glass jaw fam you’ll get smashed tonight
Trust, it’s irrational, I wanna keep traveling like I’m shit at basketball
Next year mana' going international
Link Skepta when I hit the capital, yeah
This is my life
My lyrics
My Visions
My decisions
My brain
My pain
Three of the realest man in the grime game
Don’t say a word
I’m trying to move right and make the right moves
Then live the high life
Lowe these low lifes watching my life
I put my life out there every time that I write
I met Apostle in 09
010 I started to sing
011 I started to win
012 did 'Matter of Time'
013 man are out in Spain
But nothing ain’t changed
Cah til this day man have them day’s where it’s just one of them days
I get a text from my ex telling me how much I’ve changed
I told her I’m old enough to know better
But still young so might make mistakes
You know like that
Me and some man have drifted apart
I wish we could have a heart to heart
Cause hand on my heart they’ve still got a place in my heart
I raise the bar whenever I bar
Free all the man locked behind bars
Don’t say a word
Cah it’s a stakeout
I wish that you all could break out
There’s only a few MC’s that get played
While the other MC’s get played out
That’s how it goes
Tryna make my business a business
So I don’t business about your business
I’m too busy minding my own
Strictly business if you ain’t my bro
That’s just my life at the minute
Feels like I ain’t had a minute in a minute
For real