Story From Hell

It's just another story from Hell Where the good die young Most are poor or in jail It's just another story from Hell Lot of guns, single mums Lot of raw on the scales It's just another story from Hell In the slums where they want The bruddas warring as well It's just another story from Hell Try relate if you can and Watch my story unveil Growing up I was a bright child But due to my lifestyle went quite wild I see how it impacts on my family Bruddas round me either getting stacks Or they're banging heat I might just zone out, back to reality Didn't bring my phone out so There's no tracking me You ain't got no plans You know my set's busy get Lizzy Turn those grands to fresh strizzys Dusting round trapping Yeah you know my S snippy Your whole gang F with me, it'll get sticky I ain't no any yout I seen plenty food before I turned twenty-two No money for war so why's your clique hyped? I'ma bun him for sure, f*ck a fist fight Plus this prick washed, he the bitch type We've got this shit locked like a pitbike It's just another story from Hell Where the good die young Most are poor or in jail It's just another story from Hell Lot of guns, single mums Lot of raw on the scales It's just another story from Hell In the slums where they want The bruddas warring as well It's just another story from Hell Try relate if you can and Watch my story unveil Kick the door down, I saw a few girls That was a well move, G we moved well Chopped up the food and put The food on the scales Just another story from Wales Every grinder's got a story to tell Some are dead or probably smoking Or probably sitting in jail I play the hardest game That's the hardest pain I ain't tryna tell you this For an artist's name Listen fam I'm burning the cannon Just another story from Jahanam I'm loyal to this ting My brudda got extra days Just another story from the bin Rain's still pouring as well Pain's still pouring as well But the story shit sells Just another story from Hell It's just another story from Hell Where the good die young Most are poor or in jail It's just another story from Hell Lot of guns, single mums Lot of raw on the scales It's just another story from Hell In the slums where they want The bruddas warring as well It's just another story from Hell Try relate if you can and Watch my story unveil It's Timbar and Pak-Man back to back Man will slap the MAC Prick you better back your chat They wanted blacks on blacks Now bruddas beefing but if I clap the prat I'll leave his mother weeping I've had dreams I'm sleeping I've had dreams I'm beefing Front line broad day where Machines are squeezing I see them on the roads, I see their arse cry Cause someone on the roads living hard times I stay bagging up them O's on that hard grind They say I'm cocky with the flow Still my dargs shine rest in peace to Tafari In the dirt with my brudda Where my heart lies We live a fast life, it's the story from Hell From the dark side, still I ask why Poverty will make them bark nines And the government start crimes It's just another story from Hell Where the good die young Most are poor or in jail It's just another story from Hell Lot of guns, single mums Lot of raw on the scales It's just another story from Hell In the slums where they want The bruddas warring as well It's just another story from Hell Try relate if you can and Watch my story unveil