Warm Up Sessions

[Intro] Lyricist Jinn Sbtv warm up sessions Hold tight all my family you know who you are Yo people's army ,Minarmy, black triangle, Uk Yo Tell em [Beat 1] Yo, I'm reaching out to you lord, I know you hear me I hope you're near me, I can feel the lack of love I'm stuck behind these castle walls, I'm trying to grab a dove And I can see the light but can't reach it, I've had enough Slip on the wrong turf, and they'll grip hammers It's sticky living with the bandits and the thugs How'd you expect me to listen to these self snitch rappers Last time I sat in court, I didn't stand up for the judge, nah And I've been runnin' round the block wishing for transitions Missin' my fam, listen I'm driven by ambition This is a damn mission, this gift isn't man-given Still I've been up all week cutting grease till my hands stiffen I'm back in this room and I'm writing again I thought I quit, I guess I only speak my mind within pen Unfortunate kids, still I thank Allah at night in my bed I look at all these children talking how they lighting the sken NAH You ain't never let the 'ting blow And even if you did, I bet you never caught a body Sick of all these youtube thugs and NNS syndrome Stay true to who you are brotha, start talkin' properly And what you know about six siblings and a mum to feed? And sister cut the benefits, now I'm the one for peas And now they wanna send my family back to Egypt Already feeling sea sick, gotta get them peas quick! Now would you pay attention if I had some more views? Bitches in the videos, or chilling in a Porsche coupe? The realest in the game, fuck glistening in chain Most of us grew in povert-y difficult to relate On top of that the pops is doing life without remand I Got to keep my calm Can't ride with that shit on It's hard to progress in the future with a damaged past And still I try to count my blessings and I thank Allah See none of these yutes got no reason to be out on hustle But still they jump on tracks and try to talk 'bout struggle But they just struggle to go clubbin' on the weekend And then they back in mummy's comfort when the week ends Haaa, It's kinda funny though Always complaining about getting snaked for the money yo But they won't hesitate to do the same in that position It's just a sewage full of rats, riding rats for provision When the times we were young, times were different Sippin' liquor Passed the point of getting drunk Ain't no food up in the kitchen, but my blood is full of drugs Kind of wishing on a miracle, tryna figure how to buzz I remember listening to B.E.P now where is the love? I start better chance to find it in a rhythm of a slug Whether worship in the lavish life, not willing to give it up Life's a bitch, never kiss it, look at all the kids that sucked Then I wonder, would they miss me when I'm wrapped in a box? Would they dedicate a piff spliff at the back to the blocks Same place we kept the Smith & hidden wrapped in a sock Would they all my recite my lyrics while they rap to the top? Tell 'em [BEAT 2] You have a take on my life, yeah save me living in drama They ask me why my life's messed, I answer this to karma They never offer right help until I cause disaster My life's hell, my brothers let the ice melt, the nines belt Welcome to the London city, gritty, blocks where crimes dwell Snitches singing sly tales Half the brothers hate the 'hood The others trapped in tight cells You duck the clap I'm right Jel I'm stuck in rap till mum's glad my rhymes sell, I'm running mad And I can see from distance all the plastic faces And ever since I got off meth, I've witnessed drastic changes Bitter sick, this track amazes Grips and sticks like masturbators Hitting spliffs intact with nature Written scripts attracting haters Flipping bricks and stacking paper Mission is to battle Mages Spitting sick, I rap in cages Living skint from crappy wages But I ain't' giving in until I witness happy faces Nah, I ain't giving in Nah, I ain't giving in Flipping the rocks, sipping Cîroc from dawn to dawn we out here Chilling in the blocks, hitting the dots smith and will torch without fear Dipping the cops, sit in the box walk in, leave then come and Gratata, gratata, talk and you'll be dishonored I never glamorized the crime this is the life we live Kid gets to hammering, surprising that he'll try the ting And Lord forgive me cause I try with not to bite the sin Please lord forgive me, when my momma cries I die within Phone at my connect, when I will left to get to country Cut up the pen, run up to ends the cats are getting hungry Two for fifteen, if they lucky then it's three for twenty That's the deal, bark some remedy then I chill Okay Back on them roads again, dicing up them hoes again Lighting up and smoking until we choking as I hold it in These rappers are so pretend They ain't never blown a Sken And lord forgive me I ain't happy on this road to sin Back in the booth again, keeping it presidential Reaching this evident, while reaping the credentials Believe in it's heaven sent, I'm a beast with the pen I'm mental Watch out, on the streets of the jealous friends who Lie and cheat for the peas, easily deceived Many nights I stayed up while they sleep on my dreams Thinking why the game's fucked while I'm breathing the trees They tried to disrespect now Islam is speaking to me It's survival of the fittest in this war zone, I was a poor bloke now look at me all grown You can tell from my voice I've been cold, like a sore throat Silent swagger with the dagger, we still saw throats I got my own stress to worry about that only Jesus The rest we crossing them out I'm trying to change my ways but there's blood on my hands And I can't change my ways until there's funds in the bank, nah I can't differentiate the angels from the demons My heart's disintegrated, ain't got no more feelings Even when my life's blessed, Still I will not find rest The karma still awaits until I get the peas in Gratata