Where I'm At

(album: No More Looney - 2014)

Yo, look, look

This ain't tennis babe, I ain't tryna find love
Five pagan bruddas, five riders [?] fire slugs
I ain't scared of funny guys, I'm good, God willing
Thinking that you're dark on your block, I get it lighting up
I met a chick, had me thinking she's the one
She was living out of ends when I saw her at a [?]
I could've gone and introduced her to my mum
But instead we stopped talking over nothing, it was dumb
But my life's still calm, I've still got my health B
Fake friends wanting handsout, they never helped me
In and out my yard house, tryna make my mula pop
Every young gunner with a stunner wanna rule the block
Black when I'm out, fam I've always got the sutting
Late nights working it ain't shapes that I'm cutting
Big mouth Spanish bezzie on her knees, ucking
Youngers on call cah the fiends keep clucking
The hood's like a maze, I'm gonna find the way
Soul's feeling shadowed, getting colder by the day
I used to live in Bricky, I was running round mad
N-Gage in a manbag with a slag
I don't trust anyone, not even my family
Life is like a movie, funny, want the parodies
I never wanna slip so I'm aggy with a bag on me
I'd rather ride a bird than get hurt with the agony
Never been a flower man, I'm fully on my job
Got some youngens on the pedals that will hoot it on the spot
The little bruddas chirping, they be in and out the spot
Got my shirt off in the summer, bare ice 'cause it's hot
You talk about my life but you're living like a flannel
You think you're CSI, brudda go and change the channel
Beefing with some dickheads, it ain't nothing I can't handle
I'm handling the handle, get to burning like a candle
Let a fassi have it, leave him open like a sandal
No rating bruddas that are singing like [?]
Fist fights, I'll chin a brudda straight into the mantle
I'll finesse him on the pitch, I'm finna hit him at an angle
I'm Neymar on the pitch, I got skills with the flick
In my girls ride, they don't ride for a chick
Stay scheming, Kyle slide through my pitch
I'll tell him stay scheming cah I'll ride for my clique
I used to keep it humble then got taken for a mug
Now I'm boxing up these dickheads now I'm fully on my crud
You saw my bunch of bruddas, you'll be thinking that it's mud
If my bruddas get a touch then I'm burning off a slug
No lacking, no meds, no snitching, no feds
Bucked a brudda's BM and I beat her in his own bed
Talking like you're cruddy, home invasions
Me, X, Jay, we got local pagans
So just remember if you want it then it's on
Man we're fully on our action like lyrics in a song
You're cracking then it's cracking, I ain't hearing that it's long
Skinny brudda really but the metal's moving strong
Tune full of crud but I'll back my statements
You bruddas writing statements
Herb doctor, I ain't used to patience
If Danny's got the sutting then he'll use it blatant

Danny, sho', bang