Dave - Bl@ckbox Cypher lyrics

Brother would you ride for me? And if I died today Would you put some shells in a nine and go and ride for me? Brother would you ride for me? Cause brother I would ride for you I'd load up a nine for you or sit and do life for you Brother would you look after my wifey, If I touched the cells Or would you go behind my back, betray me and f** my girl Brother would you smile when I'm up and let me share it with you or would you take it in my sleep Brother here's the Issue I never came from a broken home, the system came and broke my home And now my bro's are sitting in cells like chromosomes I hope the dough don't tear us apart, but I know the roads I know my bro's got love for me, I love them back, I know the code Would you chat to my mum and see is she's .... Listen man Look lemme go back Little tingz, little tingz It's just a warm up Yo Listen Dave Look Real stuff Look Tried and tested My lifestyle's reckless In and out, I'm stressed sh** I write till my head spins Living in a squalor for a while, this isn't nice bruv Scales, sizer, visits with lifers I don't care bout your lifes bruv Your packs or your likers I've been licking out squares and missing every f**ing time bruv Lifestyle stressful Yeah sometimes I cry My mum makes that face and bruv I see it in her eyes and I breakdown But you ain't ever had a breakdown Driving to Cookham Wood in a whip and it breaks down And you're stressing in the visit cause your brother's running late now You ain't never felt numb and seen your older brother's face in a paper And you're looking at your mum and she's lifeless I had to phone Juss Real sh**, on my mums All the phone calls I made for the funds I was never on my ones I had the realest from the jump Are you f**ing mad! Bare n***as change and man I used to rate Stuck in the same place Selling draws or eighths I put four on your place If you war with my mates I put p's in your back, put corn on your plate Cat D, Cat P, Cat A I'ts a myth bruv I lived this Cookham, Elmley, Feltham, Swinford, Wandsworth, Tempside, Highdown, Brixton, Ford My brothers getting bored My mother still poor My money feel short All the Prada that I bought A quick fix, I'm distraught Dying in designer, I need slow money quick I should've bought a nine bar and fed the whole f**ing strip But I didn't I was concerned with all these b**hes tryna tweet me Girls never made me a penny I swear brother it's k**ing me And now they wanna talk like all these girls are getting into me I f** her three times cause she ain't never seen a trilogy (trilla g) I'm from a land where n***as lick and trap And all the flyest n***as probably got the thinnest stack And all the broke n***as still broke Taking pics with racks to them ears, them n***as actually queer And yeah n***as do die So I'll run if they back the strap Hand in hand My moneys in cards like match attax How I [?] I'm f**ing confused I'm struggling to keep up with man who got nothing to lose I can't shank man and go jail I got way too much potential But I'm facing n***as that will that'll sccrrrrrr up in a rental Cause they wanna go jail They need ratings No future It's frustrating So how I draw hate Bruv I'm f**ing confused My brother still writing to me I dropped tears on that letter PS G do what ever ma say You got something to lose But nothing to prove And that's the realest rap that I ever f**ing wrote I can demonstrate broke I need digits in my world I had bailiffs waiting like I was picking up my girl No talking in the station, real n***as never tell Nah Them n***as onto us Them pussies follow us [?] brown disciples Bragging bout who buys [?] I hate it I hate my own name sh** Cause when it comes on, I never like what David (Dave did) Still I put the base in balls like [?] n***as call me Blackbox like an oldschool game cube Back for the cypher 40k on my Blackbox Feeling like a hero, in my collage I was hanco*k But I'm cool I don't need all the views Just a few real n***as and my brothers out them f**ing prisons Them dickheads don't believe me This rap scene needs me My teachers weren't surprised, they said this music ting was easy From when I spoke about my dad and Ms [?] used to cry I put my soul in my rhymes, I never do this for the hype Listen Mandem Been trying make you see what I can It's talking to the d**h, describing colour to a blind man I was putting hundreds in my cupboard, It was light man Man forget I'm 16, brother I'm still nice fam I was talking grands from a yungen Had plans from a yungen Screaming RIP Gran from a yungen I never had a penny for a patty or a dumpling I was chasing catties, chasing pattis for a dump in I was just a brace face, Dave never had a name for him We had a skatty little spinner and it never had a name to it Now everybody's got rambos and jangos Blade pushing fruitys Now brudda watch your man go Blade pushing fruitys Now brudda watch your man go Gloves for them spinners, that was tango I was 15, I never banged goals I banged visits like lawyers My brother said see ya and I wanted a tom like soya My teacher was a MILF, said that [?] was getting milked like soya In between sticks like Neuer Sitting in a cell, In a piccolo for the mula I used to go ham like mula I used to go ham like Goku's son And now my brothers in the can with the ob1 Both my brothers missing, I'm the only son Sometimes I sit and think that I'm the chosen one Wizzing on the M1 f** you and your dead gun Most my n***as shooting like all your n***as can get some