They Don't Understand

My friends say it’s getting nuts
And I should go
But I can see you causing trouble
Even on the roads
They look at me weird
'Cause they don’t understand
That even though the road’s changed
It’s still my own
Uh, look
I didn’t choose to go on the grind
I was naturally born as a money getter
Money came first but the mic was always
In my eyes, getting a job
Was a pain in the sides
You won’t believe how many times I applied
They say sign on and I laugh
'Cause ninety pound every two weeks
Won’t help me survive
«What you mean it won’t help you survive?»
Here’s an example: forty pound
On a top, fifty pound on creps
That ninety pound done in a sec
That’s hopeless alie
I had a screw face, roughed up hoodie
Small telly and I picked up food on the sly
Now I got a large smile, double size bed
Plasma and a wardrobe, healthy alie
Now I can blend with the wealthiest guys
My life’s a sin but look what I made with it
See you won’t understand
All of the guys on road can hear
What I’m saying innit?
I’m at home here, there ain’t no changing it
We’re ghetto yutes and we ain’t ashamed of it
Going proud to look at the stars
Above South East London and see our names on it
My friends say it’s getting nuts
And I should go (and I should go)
But I can see you causing trouble
Even on the roads
They look at me weird
'Cause they don’t understand
That even though the road’s changed
It’s still my own
My friends say it’s getting nuts
And I should go (and I should go)
But I can see you causing trouble
Even on the roads
They look at me weird
'Cause they don’t understand
That even though the road’s changed (ayy, look)
It’s still my own
Look, I’m getting phone calls every day
Like «you need to get out anyway»
They’re like «please understand
The laws you break you won’t get NFA»
Well I can’t survive and help
My mum’s sofas won’t buy themselves
Think I don’t get tired of scales?
Think I like rolling by myself?
And when everyone’s waving I’m not
'Cause I feel like I can’t miss one shot
I’ve got too many friends in one box
And I feel like I’m next 'cause I’m hot
And believe it or not, there’s never
Too many eating on one block
I smoke too much weed, my lungs blocked
Around too much geeze and gunshots
There comes cops
Another kid on the floor
Another mum’s loss, another nine-night
Another parent can’t get their mind right
I hope mine’s right, but girls like foofily
Nowadays they just move in with me
Well if mum’s still dead
Then I’m still dead
It ain’t how it used to be
My friends say it’s getting nuts
And I should go (and I should go)
But I can see you causing trouble
Even on the roads
They look at me weird
'Cause they don’t understand
That even though the road’s changed
It’s still my own
My friends say it’s getting nuts
And I should go (and I should go)
But I can see you causing trouble
Even on the roads
They look at me weird
'Cause they don’t understand
That even though the road’s changed
It’s still my own
And I should go
Even on the roads
Understand
It’s still my own
It’s still my own
It’s still my own
It’s still my own