Spotlights in the ceiling it´s sick Got a beanbag in the computer room, all I need now is Grand Theft Auto 6 Got an office and everything cocaine white In the morning it can get too bright But it doesn´t affect me these days cos I´ve been staying up way too deep in the night Thinking about before it all went bad Before the day I met my real dad Before I knew about money and bills and how they both made my mum get sad Sat counting about 25 bags I´m running out of elastic bands It turns out, when you make money on the road there´s nothing you can do with the cash So I jump in the S-Line driving fast Hope I don´t bump in to my step-dad Cos they say mental abuse is worse than physical abuse and I wanna get him back
But I don´t wanna do another custodial sentence In a four-by-four pad And I gotta take this time to apologise to my best friend cos we almost crashed
Let me try and explain It´s intricate because I´ve never been plain It´s intimate because I never contacted a counsellor to get rid of this pain I walk with it and now I´m going insane Losing control of my own brain Watching documentaries on serial killers and feeling that I can relate Do you find that strange? Yeah? Ok. Well let me get this straight If I get a life sentence or I don´t make it, it´s cos I could not handle the pain I don´t wanna hear nobody complain
About that´s good talent gone to waste Cos if I didn´t go through what I went through, you would have never downloaded my mixtape
So let me confide in you Let me get it off my chest Turns out no matter how many tracks I make I still can´t handle the stress But I don´t watch all the indirects True say man might see me as a threat I don´t mind going out as a legend as long as I´m known and Manchester´s best
So picture the scene I´m sitting on my corner sofa in peace Until I got a call ´Have you seen yourself in the papers? You´re wanted by the police´ And I was like what? And it was hot. But do you wanna know what was a lot?
The night before was the night I went on Twitter and had a direct message from Sloth Just my luck Let me do a Vincent van Gogh Cos you know I paint pictures with words And I´ve still not published one book I was in Panacea trynna get to the bar And my man didn´t wanna let me past Pushed me into a family of brothers Before you knew it I´d already been cracked
But let me remind these fools Into the devil I turn They stepped back, I stepped forward, play with fire and you´re gonna get burned But I must apologise in advance cos I didn´t want it to end so bad See what happened from there was loose
I was in the Manchester Evening News He said he got violently attacked Outside in a taxi he was whacked, and coulda died But that´s how you know what the papers tried, it was self defence, that´s a blatant lie I´m stereotyped And do you wanna know why, I´m a different guy When I was about 8 my mum moved to an area that was heavily white I was in school looking like Wesley Snipes Ben Shermans and a second hand bike Feeling like a donut cos I´d already been stabbed by the time I was Year 9 Mum didn´t want me to see Moss Side Told me that too many people died Between like ´91 and ´99 that was gang war and violent crime My uncle´s face got torn up by the pellets of shotgun like Frankenstein
I was sat with him in an M3 that could 0-60 in 4.5 One hand holding the steering wheel Moving quicker than the Batmobile Driving around shooting real when I was about 9 Back when the hood was real
A villain, taken Securicor boxes And I don´t care if it´s hot They don´t mean Russell Crowe when they mention the gladiator in the gang war book The first guy that I ever looked up to was like Batman without the suit Now it´s my turn to try and put Manny on the map, I just hope I can do it like you Hope I can get one million views Hope that I never get caught with food I hope that Charlie can breathe alright in the smoke cos I set fire to the booth
When I realised that grime was English hip hop forget about all the tunes Forget the playlist I wanna go down in history like Tutankhamun Bugzy Malone
Leave that playing
I dedicate this one to Dane My little cousin He didn´t make it Rest in Peace my fam See you soon my brudda