London State Of Mind

[Intro] Yo it's time Oh it's time? Yeah man you gotta let em know Aight How it go tho? Straight out the fucking dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it biggity back [Verse] Look You gotta be aware, don't fear, growing up here You either shotting green to the fiends throughout Your teens or holding M-16's, when I turned sixteen I realized, every man has a price, every man carry a knife Grip that mac-10 tight and barrel kiss niggas goodnight Why fight when the gun take lfe God ain't saving shit, intestines getting split Heads getting flipped and niggas get hit for train fare Poke you for a dare I swear Youngsta's on the block half my height selling that white to the whites Despite being a minor, they major in illegal activities, it baffles me Everybody banging after puberty Evidently something's wrong in the black community Quit the tomfoolery this life ain't nothing new to me This one brother sellin kilos to negros, to feed his people's, Diego In the hood he was a hero, 3 niggas crossed the line so he had to find 3 times 3 pulled out the nine To minus that pulse, 3 more niggas turned ghost I wonder how I cope, I don't flip dope, shit I don't even smoke Inflicting pain with writtens, kicking funky rhythms That hold realism, something that you rappers missing So please don't be dissing listen with the pen I'm killing, slay ya Running with the mac I'm a raider, the games saviour The hood full of danger Let's not pretend, go the wrong ends and you'll get moved my friend Niggas tryna make ends no one's tryna make friends That's just how it is, on the streets Out bare feet, an aspiring lyrical tyrant 5-0 sniffing like dogs, but they pigs and I don't fuck with pork When I was born took my umbilical chords wrapped it round the Doctor neck And choked him to death I'm a violent spawn As I sit and just coast I can hear the cries of those tortured Never sleep, wounds run deep, grieve on beats Jeeps drive-by's with real heat, I'm talking AR-15's The streets is ruled by D-Boys and dope fiends Snakes looking to send niggas to cells with no bail, we live in hell Mum told me don't play outside I'm glad I listened Instead I grabbed mics to make beautiful compositions [Hook x4] London State Of Mind [Outro] TYC