Time

I better slow down
'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say
Just tell me 'bout it now
'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay
(Nastylgia)
And I can't keep-keep, and I can't keep livin' this way
And I can't keep-keep leavin' here with nothing
Hmm, listen

Back in primary, grew on Nightingale Street
See life changed up on this side, we got beef
Poke on my blade, I'd ride for my street
Yo, we had fuck all, had to grind on my feet
I used to hustle with my guy every week
I moved to Homerton in '09, still I'm with my own guys
Rest up Ziggy that's my nigga from the old time
Used to play goal-to-goal then we bill a phone line
Didn't know your marj was blind and deaf the whole time
Yo, my Gs is a driller, whole 9
Same church that I saw my first friends
I lost my fuckin' first guys
I'm from Churchill where the birds fly
Hood grind, miss the park days
Fam, I wish that I could turn time

I better slow down
'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say
Just tell me 'bout it now
'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay

Labelled as a driller, cah my life full of sins
Who would've thought that I make Homerton win?
Bust my case, my barista grin
'Cause even he knows I'm a lucky kid
Two times walkin' out the bailey, ain't no puppy shit
I really live this and I still speak the Queen's English
I miss the bird, cah I'm gifted, don't get it twisted
Labelled as a gang, but we're just brothers doin' business
We been here with nothin'
Listen, my teams strong, there's no space for the weak
Well Street, comma movin', different type of weight on my feet
Thank God I missed the obbo, but time flies when there's beef in the streets
I'm still surprised on how the feds done a sweep

I better slow down (free all my niggas)
'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say
Just tell me 'bout it now
'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay

The last ones left, we all feel survivors guilt
So when the hood's home, we're making sure lines get built
'Cause this is brotherhood, we're black yutes from the same motherhood
Makin' sure my mother and my lost soldier's mothers good
That love ain't the same in them other hoods
I know that I shouldn't be in ends, but feel like I should
Fuck them industry plants, they took the scene with out us, look
We been here with nothin'

I better slow down
'Cause I keep-keep trippin' on words I don't wanna say
Just tell me 'bout it now
'Cause I keep-keep seein' the signs you want me to stay