Westbrook Road

When I walk down Westbrook I get thoughts of the old me That wrote down what he felt and didn't ever get cold feet Now the souls on my Nikes are on ice till my toes bleed I got lost along the way there's so much that that I don't speak I feel selfish when I started, my bars were bout heading homes Now it's bro got brick work fuck feds and I smoke weed Kinda hard when life hits you like walls made of concrete Them gang signs will give u signals but here you can't roam free My nigga I was down on Westbrook When I seen a reversing motor Burning smoke and catch a man slipping and sliding G And that's probably why I'm aggy when I hear them tires screech Civilians can lose their lives just from living right by the beef From the dawn to evening Mark's of weakness, marks of woe Harlets on the streets, and heat on the stove Nigga From the south Kinda poetic how the poverty gets watered down They said it don't exist, we cried rivers to show they're in denial Since we were kids we hated man More than we did I saw the family broke and started rap with no thoughts to be rich Anger driven lyrics, for the system that tore at my kin And this was all before we seen the four's for the war on the strip I was fifteen taught myself production Me and - made a thousand beats that summer That was before he built the trap Now if we speaking we speak about nothing Or how the pagans in the ends got the heat to his cousin I started questioning faith like how I get this low? The irony, first got high walking dow Westbrook road I seen a fiend unconscious, mouth was drenched in foam I promise that shit will stick with you more than envelopes That's why my thoughts going so deep What if finally I go check my pops and he's OD'd Won't know If we don't speak The jokes on me I'll Be on Westbrook Writing bout how my nigga just Sold keys So - I don't sleep with my Eyes closed We just ducking sirens walking on tight ropes But pressure makes a diamond as far as I know Maybe I'll just play along But I don't think imma make it home (It's All on me) I Can't even find time (it's All on me) Guess it's a fine line (Thats All I need) Na Na Na Na Na Yeah, yeah When I walk down Westbrook road I get thoughts of the old me That wrote down what he felt and didn't ever get cold feet Now the souls on my Nikes are on ice till my toes bleed I got too much pride, let my City Control me Unemployed due to my case Had to sweep a spillage for a dickhead wage Starved myself preparing people's dinner plates So lavish wasn't in my vocab the way I was living I probably wrote your favourite bars in the back of that kitchen Feds on Westbrook, Got priors on our recs I link my bro whipping a stoly We ain't spoken since July - There's been quite a few stabbings in the last two days in this area If we run into stop checks then shit we'll both be doing time I keep dreaming if I get late a friend it won't Fashionably My niggas put on latex but not for Fashion week In South London we complain about the pain But Utes from third world countries Will see our Struggle as scallop feast They might not even see the sun, but found a brighter side Meanwhile I'm stressed cah fans seen me working my nine to five Still in fucked up ninety-fives Writing rhymes everyday I'm quite surprised That I'm the guy these strangers seem to idolise Cah all my niggas own equity, in setting basins The dark and white get sold separately, segregation I ain't never sold a drug but you can check my payslips The only thing I can't refund is my dedication The jakes pull up doing door checks on the strip If anybody asks, we tell 'em forex made 'em rich My friends became trappers, slappers, I became a rapper And I don't know who really got the short end of the sitck Maybe That's why my thoughts going so deep Should've never been in love from so young we had bold dreams That folded With no sleep The jokes on me I was on Westbrook when I told her I promise I won't leave So - I don't sleep with my Eyes closed We just ducking sirens walking on tight ropes But pressure makes a diamond as far as I know Maybe I'll just play along But I don't think imma make it home (It's All on me) I Can't even find time (it's All on me) Guess it's a fine line (Thats All I need) Na Na Na Na Na Yeah, yeah