TBH/Cocky

I remember being broke, I had to be a pap
I grew up with some lost boys, Peter Pan
I never needed jail man, I just needed dad
Then again my boy had one and he beat him bad
Nowadays when I look back on it it's mad
Every morning me and Git would hop the train
Going Campbell, blowing smoke all the way
Huarache high-tops and my trackie drops
Looking back, the same slags was giving brain
Like thirty man deep at the fair
Fresh home, fifteen, I was there
When you could've got jacked for your mobile
And man was onto you cause
You're from over thеre
Growing up I seen enough G
It gave mе thin hair
I used to ride around my hood doing madness
Like if I went jail I really didn't care
G I just knew that I was in it for the mandem
And half of them was in jail or in care
And I just wanted in, I was intrigued
In deep and I weren't into being scared
I never had no clothes in my wardrobe
I remember playing out in my school clothes
I was never picked up, I used to walk home
I used to always get in
Trouble on the walk home
Them times I was nine or was I ten?
That was like '99, just comprehend
I saw my mum get beat down regular
Her boyfriend was a cunt, I kept telling her
This ain't nothing but the shit
That I come from potter a slumdog
Anywhere I go it's a jump-off
Jailhouse, anti, I'll ride me a one-block
And I was on the strip
Mummy knew what her son was
Clouds in the room, dankest of fumes
G I was in the dope house
Bags and the spoons
And I was on the landing, lags and the screws
No one couldn't tell me nothing cah
I've been bad from a yute
Snaresbrook, trialling in my suit
Got birded and it flew so
All this money's overdue
And now my Stoney's new man
Are acting like I blew
Like I ain't in a smoker's way
We're flashy now too
Now my Stoney's new man are
Acting like I blew
Like I ain't in a smoker's way
We're flashy now too
And I just spoke to Dizzle man
And he got caught a slew
You ever held a sentence with
Nobody in that courtroom?
There ain't no friendly faces
Our room plenty basic
I get it cracking, ain't no lacking
I don't really play shit
We'd stale it, flying up the moats
I bought a Z of both
And twenty messages from Lotez
I'm in my runner's yard, he's running hard
He don't know his mum smokes
He just can't afford to joke man
He's so sick of being broke
And shit I feel him
Predicaments I've been in
A12 phone ringing
Like I'm due to make a killing
Frankie baby always on that paper plane
Heard I made it purple rain
Ronnie Biggs I hit the train
You can get a photo
You don't even need a frame
I'll leave you bullet boy Ashley
If you're tryna be Dushane
A victim to a circumstance
You couldn't change
I sit and think about my life
And I look back and smile
Cause shit was going one direction
You know Harry Styles dirty like Clint was
I weren't no happy child
From then you could catch the corn
Something in your head, Capricorn
Now you're blowing bread I do
This in the practical check my theory
Kevin dying had me teary
Now I'm seeing clearly
Like there weren't nobody tryna spare me G
And I was making bangers
Weren't nobody tryna hear me
Now they feel it, gone for a second
Back for the minute, man of the hour
I ran through the power but
That white girl nasty, i need to low her