Dear Mum
[Intro]
(IGNOUR)
The streets are gettin' cold
The streets are gettin' cold
It's crazy on these roads
Said, the streets are gettin' cold, ehe, only if you knew
[Verse]
Dear mum (Dear mum)
How should I say this?
Sorry for the times that the drum got raided
I'm so sick of seein' feds faces
I know they're tired of hearin 'me call from the station, talkin' 'bout false allegations
You still actin' like you don't care
But deep down, I know you're heart's racin'
Sorry for the times that the jakes at the door and they're askin' for me (Sorry)
Due to violence, drugs, Ps and even machines
All them 6AMs with the porkies outside shoutin', "Police" (Fucks sake)
They're wakin' you up at your sleep
Look, I ain't even brushed my teeth (The streets are gettin' cold)
And I ain't even had a bath, but the gangin' is givin' man grief
They're stopin' my whips, talkin' 'bout speed, why can't they let me breathe? (*KMT*, why man?)
Why do they want me to breach?
Section 23, they want me to slip, they won't let me be (It's crazy on these roads)
I'm sorry for the times you couldn't get through and I didn't even text (Sorry)
I wonder what's goin' through your head, is it jail or death?
Don't know if I'm gettin' bail, no point of insuranty payment
Had the crime under a regina sheet
Mummy didn't know I was headin' to A (The streets are gettin' cold)
Must've broke your heart back then when the jakes asked you about a— (Shh)
I was on a straight road mum, but every other month it comes to a bend (The streets are gettin' cold)
I'm come across to a obstacle, nothings impossible (Nothin' is)
Mummy didn't raise no fool (Didn't), but I gotta step with this tool (I gotta)
I love when you're happy, but I break down when you cry
Out of all the women in my world, you'll always be the love of my life (Promise)
Comin' home with my eyes red, I couldn't even tell you that my friend just died (Couldn't say it)
Comin' from a late night, I couldn't even say that I came from a ride (Could never say that)
And the fuck off times, used to walk out the door with no goodbyes
I jugged in my whip all night, I was tryna get my paper right (They trapped me on these roads)
More time, I just take flight, I can dodge me an obbo (Of course)
I could end up in Morocco, then they're back callin' for a re, that's pronto (It gets trappy on these roads)
Been in and out of whips back then, the bikes were Apollo (Apollo)
I don't play games like a console, can't get left back like Alonso (It's crazy on these roads) (Crazy)
Now, they hear me on the radio
Better eye on that guy, I got a long way to (It's crazy on these roads)
[Outro]
A long way to go, still
It's minor though
Hella obstacles, man's run thru' them
You get me?
The streets are gettin' cold