[Verse 1]
Before I had the line banging on the cunch strip
I was banging out rakats in the masjid
Before I met Chloe and Cara
I was at Mum's reading spara
Way before I had the rare tear
Before ABC it was alif, ba, ta
Mum raised us different
When Shaitan whispers you should never listen
But I started listening, the money it was glistening
Ended up in prison, I was tryna get the visits in
I saw it as a blessing
Praying five times a day, no stressing
But when you hit road, you see what you really are
I came out and went back to Jahiliyyah
Back up on that hard grind
Ramadan, I was building up a hard line
I got bagged on Eid day
I was washing up the crack like a bidet
I got a couple years in the jail
But it's nothing cah my worker's still hitting the sales
But Allah works in mysterious ways
A week later my worker got shot in his face
I got on my knees and I prayed
Cah I would have been dead if I weren't up in this cage
[Verse 2]
Teen spor di goliyan
Hit him in the leg, he couldn't wrap it with a toliya
I don't carry this gun for fashion
Run up in the yard with the Klashen
Daylight stabbings, broad day bootings, suit and boot tings
When it's riots, we're out here looting
We don't throw stones, this ain't a vata
Face wrapped with a dupatta
Rolling with a cutter, boy tried to bump me
Caught him in Putney, dip him with the zombie till I see chutney
Fam I'm rolling with the big dagger
My brudda said he's got the moves like Mick Jagger
I was sixteen, we had a sick team
Now we're getting dirty money but the drip clean
I just smoke weed, I don't sip lean
But if it's shine then I might sniff a line
We used to watch Kenan & Kel
Now I'll stab a man and tell him that I'll see him in Hell
Man are running out of stories to tell
I remember when a man tried to bore me in the cell
He wasn't the sharpest tool in the box
But he was rolling with the sharpest tool in the box
I hit him with the snooker ball in the sock
Then they put me in the darkest room in the block