(Intro)
(Yeah, yeah)
No love, no peace, just war, just pain…
(Grrr, bow, bow)
Had to get it how I live, had to take what’s mine…
(Free the guys)
(Verse 1)
Came up in the flats, no hope, just stress,
Mum’s crying in the dark, stepdad left,
Fucking coward, left us drowning in debt,
So I hit them streets, no choice, no rest.
First time that I gripped that shank,
Heart beat fast, but I couldn’t look back,
Heard that an opp got caught out lackin’,
One quick swing, left blood on my jacket.
Ain’t no dad, had to learn from the block,
Olders showed me how to chop that rock,
Mum found white in the shoebox once,
Had to tell her it’s food, I can’t let this stop.
(Chorus)
No love, just war, bloodstains on my Nike Air Force,
Mum said, "stop," but I needed more,
Now it’s gloves on when we step on tour.
No love, just war, two shanks up when I’m out on the floor,
Coke in my veins, smoke in my pores,
Life’s too deep, can’t feel no more.
(Verse 2)
Fifteen years old, first drill was a mess,
Shanked up a prick, left holes in his chest,
Bare blood on my hands, but I felt no stress,
Had to burn them clothes, can’t leave no address.
Bando settings, fiends knock at the door,
Mum’s at home, but I sleep on the floor,
Traphouse stinks, got a Pyrex raw,
Nitties in line just to cop their draw.
Glock on my hip, can’t lack in the streets,
Too many opps tryna put man deep,
Man got splashed tryna flex on tweets,
Now his name's on a RIP tee.
(Chorus)
No love, just war, bloodstains on my Nike Air Force,
Mum said, "stop," but I needed more,
Now it’s gloves on when we step on tour.
No love, just war, two shanks up when I’m out on the floor,
Coke in my veins, smoke in my pores,
Life’s too deep, can’t feel no more.
(Bridge)
PTSD got me gripping my steel,
Paranoia high, I don't know what's real,
Lost too much, now my heart won’t heal,
So I pop me a pill just to see how I feel.
Line up the flake, that’s dust in my nose,
Smoke in my chest, I ain't feeling at home,
Lost my soul when I turned sixteen,
Now I see red when I step in the zone.
(Verse 3)
Step with the wap, got a beam on sight,
One eye closed, man aim it right,
Headshot ting if I shoot, no knife,
Won't say too much, got a case on my life.
Broski’s locked, he got 15 flat,
Feds want me, but I move too fast,
CID lurking, they tapping the chats,
Had to switch up the phone, new sim in the trap.
Mum keeps praying, she begs me to stop,
But I seen too much, I can’t let it flop,
Bro got dropped, now we’re spinning that block,
Load them bells, let’s see who’s on job.
(Outro)
Still see ghosts when I walk through the flats,
Names on my blade, can’t take that back,
One wrong move, get turned to a pack,
Life full of sins, ain't no way back.
(Yeah, yeah)
No love, no peace, just war, just pain…
Had to get it how I live, had to take what’s mine…
(Free the guys)
