Alone

Verse 1: Anyone who knows me, knows that I smoke weed/ Kush by the bush, O.G by the OZ/ We get Amnesia and Cheese by the whole tree/ Weed that I bring out will stink out your whole street/ What Fam? you can start bringing out your whole team/ We can even swing it over old beef/ Venomous, flow Dangerous like Tony/ Past couple years like Kareem I been Lowkey/ Anyone who knows me, knows that I’m Persian/ But not the funny type, more like the Gully version/ The get money version, my breddas put the work in/ Won’t leave home without the weapon on their person/ ‘Cos I seen the slugs start bursting and blood start squirting/ Don’t wannabe victims that's certain/ I don’t like mixing with ignorant persons/ That's similar to slipping into a pit full of serpents/ Anyone who knows me knows I’m my own man/ Anything I got fam, I earned from my own hands/ Alone on the road roam land like a nomad/ And no man, I won’t take shit from no man/ Grown man, flow for them veteran road man/ Who invested their own dough and now they own land/ Bu these youngers done messed up the program/ ‘Dro so peng that they’re bent off their own grams/ Every single night on a hype thing, knife fighting/ Until the feds done invested in phone taps/ Look, I don’t wanna make friends, don’t wanna hold hands/ Alone on my own I don’t need no gang/ I represent life on the front line/ Never been one that’d run from thug life/ Hit ‘em wid the punchline bring it in like one time/ Kill ‘em on the riddim like I drill ‘em with the blunt nine/ And I rep those dealing with a tough time/ Living in the drug grind/ Trying to get by in the tough climb/ On the rise like guncrime/ Sick of life in a climate that’s unkind/ Sometimes all I want is to lie in the sunshine/ With my live chick, light spliffs and unwind/ Blood, I never acted like a hater/ I’m the nice guy type that says Hi to neighbours/ I represent those with a real life/ ‘Cos I been on road and I know what it feels like/ Trying to make dough when your broke and you feel hype/ Alone on the road on my own but it feels right/ Anyone who knows me knows that I rep road/ West London get dough from the get go/ Got straps cocked back and ain’t afraid to let go/ Step, get your severed head sent home/ Really it’s a bit disturbing/ I get lyrical with my syllables and fit the words in/ And in clubs we don’t queue, see my click they burst in/ It’s funny ‘cos when we come in we see your click dispersing/ Flow so cold blow blizzards and whirlwinds/ Lyrical magician think wizard like Merlin/ I try get through to you, try tell truth to you/ I am the One like Roman numerals/ CHORUS: I’m Alone all on my own/ That’s how I roll on the road/ Don’t worry I’ll be ok/ I ain’t lonely/ I’m Alone all on my own/ Me versus the globe/ Don’t worry I’ll be ok/ Babes you know me/ Verse 2: Yeah, looks like I’m back on my own again/ Back on the road again/ Trying to get O’s of some ‘Dro to get dough again/ Every two seconds on the phone again/ ‘Cos I ain’t feeling being broke again/ Keep shit tight, ‘cos if breddas see an opening/ They will start closing in/ No I ain’t dope. I’m Opium/ Straight from the Poppy flower bud when you open it/ Flows are officially an Opiate/ Most of my life I’ve been ducking and diving/ Struggling, Hustling, Fuckery surviving/ A soldier, I roll on and just keep striding/ Alone on my own but that’s just how I like it/ This is my life, that’s how I write it/ Look through my eyelids, you might not like it/ Perceptions twisted like light in your iris/ Strike with preciseness/ Venom with a light twist/ You never met a bredder like this/ See my rhymes are like nines on the hip/ But my nines are like rhymes on the lips/ So whenever I spit flows/ You're gonna get your mind ripped/ Plus get your spine split/ ( Yo Revs, CALM DOWN!) Nah, fuck it I don't want to/ Alone I will come to your road and hunt you/ Always stand firm like Wing-Chun Kung Fu/ Even if it means I will bleed from a gun wound/ ( Mehrak Aroom!) Nah, fuck it I don't want to/ Lemme tell 'em bout the weed me and Mahdyar bun through/ You could bring a Ton through/ That'd get bunned too/ Remember that light green Cheese that I brung to you/ Yeah, that was wonderfull/ Bruv, much love to you/ Next time I re-up I will send a couple buds through/ But, let me get back to the program/ Alone on my own, roam land like a nomad/ Anyone who knows me, knows I'm a lone G/ What that means is that I do my dirt all by my lonelies/ Boss of my own P/ Nobody owns me/ Trying to build something I can own in these cold streets/ Misunderstood, always get funny looks/ Fuck Police, 'cos Police don't run my hood/ I run with crooks but I got my head stuck in books/ A contradiction, my diction is London hood/ But Iran is where I Come from, look/ Into my mind, it's twisted like labyrinth mazes/ Trying to break chains and escape from my cages/ Alone but feel home in several places/ Life is a progression of stages/ From getting them papers, to stepping on stages/ To repping Iranians, to lectures at Cambridge/ I’ll always be me but with several faces/ E-Road, we don’t need ‘Dro, we grow/ Realer than Perico you bredders are some repro/ (x 4) CHORUS: I’m Alone all on my own/ That’s how I roll on the road/ Don’t worry I’ll be ok/ I ain’t lonely/ I’m Alone all on my own/ Me versus the globe/ Don’t worry I’ll be ok/ Babes you know me/