RichyR.I.C.H. - T'Byss lyrics

[Verse 1: RichyR.I.C.H.] Piss in flats? Damn, home sweet home Another day waking to slugs in my room, no fret Clouds above my head urinated while in bed In Jesus Name Collect rage to convert pain, My pounds the same My angers in a twist, move wicked spirits Try mess my sane, good was lame Smiled while playing rockstar games, never my age When parents whisp, sh**, I could read lips Ain't blind, Took 2 lips, 5 lines, About odd lives Congo through the 12th door Burgundy ain't easy Had to spell my name just exactly like Toby However it was R-I-C-H-whip, whip, whip M-O-N-D, Receive sprain knees Clocked my name eventually Girls that like to me, used to like me Olders with the body soakers Dem sliths, deserve a pitch,Fork them pricks I, Richy RICH, Hated that sh** Although, I clocked about pagans Why call every one a pagan if your snaking to your nation Streetwise real young, violence and girls had me sprung On a reals I will always hate guns Black for a reason, Had my veins squeezing After treasons in my life, Had my demon freezing A-R-0-N, primary school best friend Throwing pencils under tables to the girls stables Girls evolving, reception to 2nd education Doo doo plats to weave, can you believe Attitude from N17, past, a n***a left 12 Its a gift, in a present, 17 [Hook] T'byss life there was a lap with a f**ing drift T'byss common place where ignorance was bliss T'byss is a threat don't dare think its a gift [Verse 2: RichyR.I.C.H.] Nuh sell out, had to leave, sh** had to leave Hope every n***a I grew up with left the street dreams Made of these, gucci belts with hearts on their sleeves And when it bleeds tel them soldier boys Rest In Peace, f** beef, The Evil Leash Had the veterans beg please on their knees In Prison posting the Queen Salute the realist, your living ruff? I can feel it Its universal, not rehearsal Survival, of the fittest Clear their haze, YG slaves Crave names in graves soon to pa** some day Pre order your destination Attract to the enemies damnation Believe in Christ before elevation Took earthquakes to rock my cradle Cleans my soul, clean all my lessons from wild fables Money is not evil Not avoidable, must be sale? Unpredictable? Right Prescribed Ganja, that's the medicine Street Pharmacist supply them Rumpelstiltskin leave the children Not a flu all our sins had no bins Lie, cheat n steal lead us to touch some skins Friends mums said "don't ever hang with him" f** "No ball games" Profanity was praised like hymns And hey, only had cuts from bey-blades 12 years, smoking ciggs and rolling with sticks Shot stones, if not legit you had to blitz Take the people out the hood And not the hood from people Remember this Rich, Where you came from n how u lived Never forget you came from Tottenham's Abyss [Ghostface k**ah's Interlude]