[josh boryszczuk]

Lincoln boy born n bred, get in a fight for what is said, then i take it to your Mr.’s bed shell be giving me head, give her the knee pad’s
no joking microphone smoking when im on the beat its straight from my heart, ryhm’s are smart, their fine art. One day ill be on the chart
thats why i give it my all no down fall every day grinding, never re winding if im only gona be on this earth once i wana be remembered
im damn if im not gona forfill my dreams , i don’t need no team, ive got a high steam, well i must be good if ma girl scream’s then cream’s
, never bin a robber well you wouldn’t know i was a gonner, always dealed with the green, sold it only, what choice do you have when you broke
so i moved on to the coke, no visual joke, mum used to make eggs on toast when the cupboards was bare, i swear that’s true , i don’t think im a badman
, i aint got no crue im a one man army, dont try start with me for your safety, see im a little bit barmy, take to the ring pad’s are better than blood all over your sweater,
police was a regualer thing swear to god it was like they was at the door every day, remember one time they had dad on the floor with the gun to his head, searching the house for a 9mm,
ive seen it all not a little rich boy thinking he’s it all im only 16 just wana live out my dream
, im penny less, doesn’t mean i have low self a steam, i dont give a fuck who you think you are or were your from get clever then itll be bust lip’s for you n the rest of your crew,
lyric g 123, its its mc j to the b, hood’s up ull not see