Snapshot

Playing the middle I'm Malcom with this skill
It was a ritual we would hit the street and deal
Give you the visual but I try to keep it real
If one day I was Grant Mitchell the next I was Ian Beale
Where I'm from there's very few winners
The cro game has even got a lot of sinners
It's a pro game that's not for beginners
But I proclaim that cocaine will end you
I don't mean when you put it in your nose
Its when you're spinning whips and buying all the clothes
We feel like we've made it when we've only made a few
So who's addicted to it? Is it them or is it you?
Or me? Or whoever it could be
that knows what it's like to see the cash from a key
No locksmith just another living a life that's toxic

Held hostage to the profit, we never stopped it until we lost it

My town is the backdrop I only give you a snapshot
From grinding in crack spots to typing on laptops
From the times in the back blocks to the time where all that stopped

I stood outside the coral and never placed a bet
I've seen man lose their morals on the fake roulette
I just never had the bottle to go and take the step
Because man just like to waffle until theyre caked in debt
I believe you get P the hard way
A long ting, political, a parle
Fuck what the cards say, that's all far away
The time is now and you better start mate
It's life and shit ain't fair
Go and ask Masood from the square
Now with your bread butter, you have a cheeky little flutter
Now your kids and their mother, aren't eating any supper
You're a stupid mother fucker, that don't deserve to have another
You ain't nothing but a mad bloke
I can see you are a sad joke
Don't wonder why this lad's broke
He just walked out the Ladbrokes

My town is the backdrop I only give you a snapshot
From grinding in crack spots to typing on laptops
From the times in the back blocks to the time where all that stopped

I was just a little teacher's son
Playing in the streets for fun
Never knew what the streets become, no it weren't the easy one
Trials and tribulations,
Smiles are pretty vacant if you aint bringing home the bacon
It's so real, the old bill, got no chill
There's no Noel it's no deal or no deal
Definitely aint a Mr Banker
Only Mr Hurley and he definitely is a wanker
Rolling in a van like a camper, making kids the target of his anger
No I don't respect that, you're there to protect that
It's funny how you get big nuts wearing a tit hat
I'm not saying kids are innocent
But why the fuck are you so damn vigilant
I guess you're not significant
Now who's the one that's lacking discipline
Yeah we do need you to protect us
We just want you to respect us

My town is the backdrop I only give you a snapshot
From grinding in crack spots to typing on laptops
From the times in the back blocks to the time where all that stopped