Different Zones

Came from the block where the hope got strangled,

No role models, just coats and bangles,

Stackin’ my chips like Pringles cans,

Now I’m overseas with the singles, man.

Life in a fast lane, dodgin’ the feds,

Mum cried tears when they kicked in the shed,

I don’t sleep much, I just think ahead,

Tryna get bread while avoiding the lead.

Look—

From 8 Mile to ends where the cold’s relentless,

I pen pain with a vengeance, soul's defenseless.

Every scar on my heart is a whole sentence,

Spit so raw, I could clone repentance.

Grew up in hell, now I breathe through flames,

Words like bullets when I squeeze my brain.

I ain’t here for the fame, it’s a bleeding game,

Cee and Em on the track? Man, streets insane.

Different zones but the pain’s still real,

Different codes but the grind’s still steel.

From the D to the East, man we climb uphill,

And we still don’t sleep, gotta sign that deal.

Tell 'em we ain’t never fold,

Too many nights in the bitter cold.

Now we spit fire, every bar is gold—

Different zones, but the same damn soul.

I’ve been broke, been bruised, been bent, been battered,

Now I’m rippin’ through the beat with a pen that’s shattered.

Every syllable’s a mirror of my past mistakes,

I lace lines like fates when the track awakes.

Look—

Don’t care ‘bout charts, I’m a martyr with scars,

Every bar that I carve is a battle with stars.

Cee, you bring heat, I bring the storm,

Two worlds collide, now a legend is born.

I ain’t here for the lights or clout,

I’m here ‘cause the pain won’t drown me out.

Link with Em and the sound’s profound,

From West London to the underground.

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