[Intro]
Yeah
Metric, look out for this
Check that, ha ha
Look
sh**, Bugs' Life business
In the wilderness
It's Danny Martin, Afghan Dan
Listen
No more gas, listen
Look
[Verse]
Why get ga**ed when I could teach the streets facts
Helping people get back on track by talking 'bout my past
Look
My mother's always liked my raps
She even says the swear words
She says I'm too intelligent for that
Look
She thinks I should be making tracks
Try and tell the world a story even if it makes me look bad
'Cause lately I've been talking crap
Talking ish about these MCs, dissing their mums and dads
But, the people like to see me ga**ed
Talking about youths getting stabbed and jacked for their bags
But, the kids are listening to that
And that's exactly the kind of ish that took me down the wrong path
Choosing poetry over maths
Behaving like a fool, handed down my comedy and cla**
Watching my life rip apart and smashed like gla**
Still picking up the, back from when I had to dash
Rolling onto the next topic
Was always getting nicked, as a kid I couldn't stop it
The bad attitude I once had, I couldn't drop it
I tried to find a way to zip it up but couldn't lock it
'Cause everything I tried it just never worked
I ended up in prison and that's where I learnt
But now I'm out here trying to make it work
Just trying to squeeze my stories into a verse
Listen, check
Dear Isaac, I just had to let you know
That even though I'm not around I think about you loads
Even when my eyes are closed
Lately I've been writing loads about my own
But lately I've been feeling kinda cold
Business is business and maybe they should mind their own
What's the point in having children if you can't have your own
Ha, look
If you can't have your own
Listen, check
Well since the age of 13
I've met too many slags
Shot too many bags
Clocked too many grafts
But I'm still on the block with my two rubber bands
Wrapped 'round all my pennies
Shotting food to my fans
Give you roundhouse kicks like they do in Japan
These Nike Air kicks, they never suited you, fam
I got these all white tings and I be moving these man
Won't stop 'till I've got Os in the bank
Won't blow 'cause you're wa*k
Burst holes in your tank
n***a never know if I put holes in the man
Ha, flashback business
Check, look out for Metric
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