Old Friends

When I was coming up on the streets
I realised there's rules you need to live by to survive
I had to learn the hard way
To find out that it was the key to live
Yeah

I take my losses as a lesson and I cherish them as if it was a blessin'
I got all these memories I can't forget them
I can still see the scars on my left hand
I been stabbed in my back by my right hand
Your worst enemy could be your best friend or your best friend could be your pagan
And one of your brothers could write a statement

If you look at all the shit that we've been facin'
Its always been about money makin' and if we have to take it we ain't waitin'
We always chasin' Elizabeth faces
The phone line money shakin'
The more money the more pagans
The more the feds watchin' faces
We was trappin' in Oxford and Cambridge

You won't know if there watchin' you
If you don't do it by the book they'll throw the book at you
They put me and my niggas face inside news articles
They say we criminals we unlawful
When they see us they pull up in bully vans
Then there lookin' at us like we're toe rags
Where I'm from you get your ankle or your toe tagged
You have to watch them little rug rats
That's runnin' 'round the white flats
Ah yungen done a shootin' wearin' airmax
Its like a tit for tat we're comin' right back
He was runnin' from the shot it hit him in his back
He would of made it out the block if he weren't lookin' back

When you ain't safe where you sleep
That's beef in the streets
Yo my nigga everybody eats
When we all play a part for a seat

I been out trappin' for weeks
I been out sellin' Valerie
I'm foreva grindin' FG
I got dirty money in my jeans
I got money dreams
Fuck you and your brand I'm An Elite

You won't even know what it means
In the streets I was humble and meek
You won't even know how it feels
I ain't seen my nigga since the hills
I got the skills from fields
You can keep it close if you will
My intention's to kill no we ain't do it for the thrill
I wish he made his appeal 'cause they ain't show him no sympathy
Fuck the jury that found him guilty
They made the judge do him dirty

You can relate if you live your life like me
You know some niggas doin' life in her majesty
You know some niggas that's buried in the cemetery
You won't even know what it did to me
I wish death would take my enemies
I wish the judge would let the lifers free, we indebted for your loyalty
Let the dead rest in peace in lovin' memory
I'm always countin' you can count on me
I'm in a restaurant dinin' on 'rietta street
I'm in a nike tracksuit she in burberry
I got a sweet one beside me, I know she would lie for me
She ain't ask when i say go and hide it for me

I just see a fed speed pass
I hope they ain't goin' for a trapper
I got a kilo in the car and cash under her mattress