School Drill Story

It's Joel M
Tell a friend to tell a friend
Young boy
From the South of the Thames
When I thought I was
Brown and peng, Leng
Tryna chirps up all these hens
On the keyboard BBM
Changed my life
And it had to end
Year 9 or maybe 10

And I come from a era when Man say gyal look choong
Hot spice, she nice,
Mek my heart go vroom boom
Butterflies in her womb

You remember
That word K dot
Pinero beats in the playground
How many beats
Man sprayed on
With Humphey, Dripz
And Shaidon
And Joseph spraying on the Beat like baygon
Give me the beat
Lemme pepper it. Bacon

Back then it was text on text
On text
How many times did he say
He loves you
But his text was full of sex
And how many times
Was she Sending pics
And everybody called her a Jez
And how many times did you Roll to the chicken shop and Everyone begged
And how many times
Did he get that bald head trim
And everybody slapped
His head
How many times did you call Her a sweet one in school
And you got reject

I got bagged for the sweets that I got in my bag
Kit kat, jammin' fruit punch
And I was serving
Throughout lunch
Business man
You can't call man dunce
When the teachers come
Pack up your tings and run
If you get grabbed. You're done.
Straight on the phone to your mum

Detention times we were Writing squares on paper
In the dinning hall
Where they give man paper
If you talk too much then you're staying there later

They said I was
Chubby and brown and cute
I was a young black brudda With the firetrap rhino boots
And everybody asked for food
I was the plug
For everything new
Purple jumper, all black pants With the blazer suit
Came straight outta
The Rahhh school

And I tried so much
To be so relevant
Mislead by the judging people
Now I'm doing up
Elegant, intelligence
So much drip
I need wellingtons

They weren't digging
My ting back den
But they digging for my gold
In my sound
And I gave my heart to God
So he turned me around
Look who's wearing the crown
And I'm standing
On Holy ground
Solid in faith
So I can't even drown

Everybody talking about
Look at this neek
(Nnn Neek!)
Some ah dem ah bad b freak
Some ah dem ah madman creep
Kiss my teeth
Lemme me spit this heat
Oh that's deep
Nah that's peak
Let him preach

I was never a trouble maker
But you know how the ting go
Everybody has some haters
If they don't rate you now
Then they rate you later

They might even try to
Take your paper
But I'm connected
To the paper maker

No art attack
Everybody wanna call man bro
Might give them a heart attack
Cause I didn't even answer back
Where you going with your Marga hand

Where you going with that fam
You Didn't even rate man like

What's the difference with me
I've got God you see
I was blinded but now I see
On the road to victory
But it depends on my history

It really depends
On my history you know
No joke

And I'm proud of the people From my school
Some of them making moves
And I see the proof
You don't have to prove
Carry on doing you
I don't hold a grudge on you
You might have a grudge on me
Been a lot
That I've been through