Key: B major
Verse 1
Because if you ain't chattin'
about what's happenin'
Cos you know and I know
It's gonna be a hot summer
always make up every friends
Now we settle disagreements
with the skank
Looks like I'm losing mates
We used to fight with kids
from other estates
Now 8mm settle debates
it ain't bright
So I look out my window
and pray every night
I thank God for my friends
but they ain't tired
Looks like I'm losing hope
Cause I climbed this mountain without rope
So I steadily sail and
And new opportunities, what can I say?
What can I say?
but I've some away for
but I've some away for
Demand, collect,
cash up front and direct
Pay money, pay respect,
don't insult my intellect
When we ain't kids no more,
Like fighting for anything, anytime,
and acting without a care in the end
And when we ain't kids no more,
Like bank scams, street robbery,
shockers, blutters,
or H &P
Pregnant girls who think they love
useless mans with no plan
When we ain't kids no more,
will it still be about what it is right now?
Some of us better just start growing up
new opportunities,
what can I say?
I must say, I plan to make my pay,
but put some away for a off -key day
new opportunity, real bucking
up, drawn and direct
drawn and direct
Pay, money, pay, respect me,
don't insult my intellect
When I look at my life,
I can't help but think
Every day was the same as
the day before
We were never quite sure
of what's in store
Every day I wake up
I can't help but feel uncertain of life,
I mean is this real?
My thoughts skip around
my head like dancers
I know it's wrong to question,
but I need answers
The who's, the what's, the how's,
the when's, the why's
I can look in my face
and see the pain in my eyes
Seems ready to fall like the rain in the skies
I hold back, put my feet down and rise
Plus I know predators only
go for the weak
And that's long,
new opportunities, what can I say?
but put some away for a off -key day
It's a brand new day,
but put some away for a
up front and direct
don't insult my intellect
Demand, collect and cash,
up front and direct
Money, pay, respect,
don't insult my intellect
We're not fucking up bruv, yeah
You know we're going on dirty,
going on stank
Nothing ain't sweet,
nothing ain't
It's saliva, it's saliva
Outro 1
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