Farhot - Outro lyrics

[Verse: 1] I 'member back when I used to get schooled Talking bout when everyone I knew used to be cool Running round brainless yeah we used to be fools Grab a chain, pawn shop had no use for the j**els I knew what I wanted had no use for schools I got kicked out of, had no use for the rules Then all of a sudden I'm shooting at dudes A n***a couldn't make slips of the stupidest move Back when it used to be safe I love Pecknarm guess I'm used to the place Talking bout the trap yes I'm used to the race Early morning bagging up in a room full of base All for the love of the taste They used to come and see me and it used to be laced Remember when a n***a used to drink Hennessy chased Now I'm so stressed my Courvoisier's usually straight A lot of devils in the game but I move with the saints There's nothing for a n***a to get your movement erased You lose a n***a man you can't get that shooter replaced Every way that you ever thought it usually ain't Im looking outside and its cold out Thinking how much longer can i hold out I've had enough and I've said it out my own mouth I guess its in for the new, throw the old out Skeletons in n***a's closest let the skulls out I'm out here on my own n***a no doubt But if its on n***as strap it up and roll out Christmas n***as wrapping up your whole house I 'member back when it used to be hard Old school days back when we used to be dawgs Back when it used to be laughs Bag of weed days back when it used to be halves But a n***a's gotta step up and loosen the past I'm holding on too tight gotta loosen the grasp Is he spitting real sh** you'll stupid to ask When fake n***as can't understand and make stupid remarks Some n***as even think dumber like moving to clark Like hes ever portrayed that hes a yute to be crossed n***as put faces on and get used to the mask Then its like they get confused and lose where they are Rolling with my yute in the car Hes laughing while he holds a balloon in his arms Thinking back to when I used to wipe poo off his arse For him not to grow up like me i'll be schooling his arse On the road to redemption, there's too many tasks I'd like to tell my whole story but there's too many parts But anything you need to know all you do is just ask Show him guidance so he don't ruin his chance Cos growing up got me thinking more wisely Done a lot of silly sh** to piss of the almighty So if I got to his heavenly gates And I was standing outside do you think he'll invite me? All for a couple of pound The big spliff in my mouth and a cup of that brown A .45 and a couple of rounds To be the n***as well known to make duppies in town The street life has its ups and its downs Even the craziest yute ain't as tough as he sounds It's just that fear factor got him off of the ground The last thing he heard that brudda scream now he's stuck with the sound And you'll never forget that it happened That's the way it goes down right from ghetto to Clapham I can't lie I'm upset that's the pattern That's why every track you hear is infected with pa**ion I accept the importance Them mad streets where I stepped in them Jordans Thats why every time I open my eyes in the morning I thank God just for blessing my organs