Intro

Been spitting bars since back in the day When you were all tucked up under duvets Me and my brothers from other mothers Would be ducking from the law, ducking undercovers With the knife in my pocket is how I would roll Masked up before it became covid protocol No face no case I was a strapping young man With a replica tucked into my waistband A .45 with the 5-0 on the block At one four I was out carrying the crops At one seven I found solace in the pills Took me to new highs when life had no thrills A product of the strip I'm streetwise You can take the man out the hood, but not vice versa The trap life can be a gift or a curse Make money off drugs or committing murder Dirty cash I want you, dirty cash I need you Nan's roof was leaking, water started to seep through No heating in the house, it's a cold world Tried her best for me though, bless the old girl (Thanks Nan) We bought green in bulk, took a cut from it Went apeshit to get a monkey in my pocket Trapped Lizzy in bands put her in my wallet A lecturer in making money call me profit I'm from the university of hard knocks Graduated with flying colours Graduating from the hard blocks Away from knives, guns and county runners The only hashtags that we used to know Were labels on plants that we used to grow Had the vally in the bag I was ready to shot Had the vally in the pocket I was ready to pop