Branches

My FL Studio has deleted all my songs But you know like God still prevails, init There's a purpose for everything You never know I've seen money grow on trees That's why the banks have branches (mad) I've seen man leave their g, I can't give that much chances Tryna not hate on lee?, that one there is the hardest but Trying to hate on me? Why the yute dem hate on their fathers? Farmers market League two donnies are outta their league Keep tryna ball with the goats, in a matter of time he'll be outta the league Girls in mans city got the wettest, at least Dog for a pound, I'm off of the leash Return of the Nat, or return of the Beast Like uh Roll in the deep, coulda sent man Ariel, nah He's under the sea, I wanted a piece Bro went from white to the brown, thats rice of the peas Rhyming in these, sylilo-the-quies I coulda Opened the door if you gave me the keys But my man said just give me- Nah I'm not reading this right My man said just give some sleep You niggas is weak as hell I'd rather do a week in jail Beat that, like a teachers bell Intuitive, I been keen as kel Normal, did it for the cream as well Dante's inferno, I been through hell but God made it so that all is well, all is well Gotta give shouts to Joy, Gotta give shoutouts to MMD For my people just make some noise, it's ninonat on ur mp3 Whilst I empty these, memories Of Jemina telling me Bro you can rap on beats Trust, a push was just all I need Sixth form, Kigozi, brodie Telling man every word I speak Sounds like a cold bar, it's like bro I breathe 16s Man talk tough and their voice just crack, ona sweet 16 It's mad coz I been like this from like 16 And your fave MC get sprayed, like widda mac or a M16 On the M60, coz the West Indies and the west Midlands babes Love them some N4T I celebrate MEday, coz we weren't supposed to make to this age, let alone 16 Looked up to Fimi, Dave, Simbi, Skeppy, and Unknown T Who knew an unknown me would do it?, OF COURSE I KNEW, ITS ME GET TO KNOW PAPA JOHNS WORKER, GET DA DOUGH NEVER LEAVE HIS BURNER, FORGET THE STOVE FORGET THE ROADS, FORGET MY PHONE WENT TO A PLACE DAT MAN CANT GO, UNPROMPTED HOLIDAY I don't even know HOW I'll MAKE IT HOME BUT PRAISE GOD, IMA MAKE IT HOME (trust) Tell you 'bout my life, you want an update really? Until your mind breaks, you wouldn't ever really feel me I'm giving man the real me, they dont wanna hear that I healed me They wanna back foot and heel me Is that so? London nigga f a back stab, back poke Half hearted, he weren't really ona gang tho Can't hold up a light to a nigga that aint never seen a candle Tell lil sis we can go, when big bro says we can go Walking with the father like I cant let hand go And God aint gave me one thing, nigga can't, yet yet yet handle Shout Anu, shout Royan, shout Debbie Shout Honey, wherever she is Shout Phil, shout Darren again, shout ruebyn Shout Tina, shout the ppl that think I'm dead Shout the ppl that support man, shout mumzy Shout Paula, and best for last, All praises to the most high Last song coming, so why leave? This is the epilogue, the end of the world is over The time for death is over Now time for life I speak life over everyone who listens, real shi