Insight

Secondary school dropout
Never home, Man call me a dirty stopout
Ten stone so they think I'm easy to knockout
Until they see me pull a shank or a kosh out
I been in some sticky situations
I ain't lucky, black magic's how I got out
I've been a victim of police discrimination
I've already clocked 'em long
Before they hop out
There's only one option it's way too hot out
What's the problem
They don't wanna see an Ex-con out?
I know they ain't harassing every Harry
Dick and Tom out i'm just doing a promo for
My very latest song out
I ain't done fuck all go
Back to the cop house
This is illegal hustle
See me handing any rock out? (No)
Go ahead get the sniffing dog out
Then apologise when you have to let me go
Cause you ain't gonna find shit
Except my dough
Not one line on me, no extra phone
And an answer every time they
Felt a question go
Like, 'where I'm coming from?'
I just left Jerome's
Like, 'where I'm heading to?'
I'm heading home like what I do for money
Look, I'm selling loads of CD's
This is really a stepping stone
I leave shows with a bag five in the envelope
And my agenda so busy I don't get to roll
With the mandem like before
I wanna let 'em know
The other day I watched an episode of Friends
And it reminded me of when
We were together most days
Now it's like he couldn't see
Me through a telescope
(Fuck) What's wrong with me?
Pick up a telephone dial the number in
If it rings out leave a message
So the record shows when I called
But for all I know a brother
Could be livin' like an Eskimo
Heaven knows it's been a while
Since Swift linked up
Tell your family said hello (hello)
It's music people know me for
But my people are my people
So they know me more
And when it comes to success
My nigga Ish would tell you
Music isn't the only door
Football was a good call
Even if you team ain't
Anywhere within the Premier
The way it's going on it won't be
Long before it gets him there
Now his head is clear I bet
He has a better year get the P's in
These pockets are big enough to
Keep the Queen in
Some call me GH, Peacon calls me G-son
My name used to be J-Reaper and then Freedom
My birth name's Justin
My dawgs call me Wretch what's next?
Ghetts I swapped the O for the S oh yes
I'm a man with a lot of names
A man with dirt on my hands I can't wash away
A man only hell can accommodate
But I'm also a man only God could change
I smoke til the pain's gone away
Blue slims, Mayfair and some proper Haze
When it comes to Chronic, I'm Dr dre
Two eighths a day how much can my body take?
Lose control when the drugs start to dominate
I can't act like the thought
Ain't never crossed my brain (it has)
It ain't nothing rare it's a common case
I can make drugs disappear
There's a lot of ways can't say no
Where the weed at? Get the light out
I'm Winehouse, no Rehab
It's not affecting my music in any way
No way, all I need is a mic with no feedback
I used to get the peng off Mishak
Now he's on remand for something
That he never did
Police keep locking up the mandem
Where the keys at?
Free Titch, free Ashman and free Shaq
Free Shorts and free my nigga T man
And when each and every one of them are home
All I'm gonna say is 'how does it
Feel to be a free man?'
Free Shocks, free Shots when he lands
Oops I nearly forgot, when's Aaron out?
That's a nigga that I can't
Wait to see back about (MY NIGGA)
I just heard Smokey's back in
I never knew, what happened now?
In fact the feds were always tryna catch him
They let him go and get him
Again when he's back around
It's a vicious cycle and I'm glad I'm out
Repping my niggas through the music
I'mma throw a party when they're back in town
Big dance, massive crowd get the champagne
Get the cameras out take a picture my nigga
So it's a permanent fixture my nigga
Come smoke, come and have a drink with me
Nigga come to a show
Come on a link with me nigga
Couple girls, you can take one or two
Reminiscing as this beat stays on a loop
Ross is on lock but when he's not make room