Ghetts - Insight lyrics

Secondary school dropout Never home, Man call me a dirty stopout Ten stone so they think I'm easy to knockout Until they see me pull a shank or a kosh out I been in some sticky situations I ain't lucky, black magic's how I got out I've been a victim of police discrimination I've already clocked 'em long before they hop out There's only one option it's way too hot out What's the problem, they don't wanna see an Ex-con out? I know they ain't hara**ing every Harry, Dick and Tom out I'm just doing a promo for my very latest song out I ain't done f** all go back to the cop house This is illegal hustle, see me handing any rock out? (No) Go ahead get the sniffing dog out Then apologise when you have to let me go Cause you ain't gonna find sh**, except my dough Not one line on me, no extra phone And an answer every time they felt a question go Like, 'where I'm coming from?' I just left Jerome's Like, 'where I'm heading to?' I'm heading home Like what I do for money Look, I'm selling loads of CD's This is really a stepping stone I leave shows with a bag five in the envelope And my agenda so busy I don't get to roll With the mandem like before I wanna let 'em know The other day I watched an episode of Friends And it reminded me of when we were together most days Now it's like he couldn't see me through a telescope (f**) What's wrong with me? Pick up a telephone Dial the number in If it rings out leave a message So the record shows when I called But for all I know a brother could be livin' like an Eskimo Heaven knows it's been a while since Swift linked up Tell your family said hello (hello) It's music people know me for But my people are my people so they know me more And when it comes to success My n***a Ish would tell you music isn't the only door Football was a good call Even if you team ain't anywhere within the Premier The way it's going on it won't be long before it gets him there Now his head is clear I bet he has a better year Get the P's in These pockets are big enough to keep the Queen in Some call me GH, Peacon calls me G-son My name used to be J-Reaper and then Freedom My birth name's Justin My dawgs call me Wretch What's next? Ghetts; I swapped the O for the S Oh yes I'm a man with a lot of names A man with dirt on my hands I can't wash away A man only hell can accommodate But I'm also a man only God could change I smoke til the pain's gone away Blue slims, Mayfair and some proper Haze When it comes to Chronic, I'm Dr. Dre Two eighths a day How much can my body take? Lose control when the d** start to dominate I can't act like the thought ain't never crossed my brain (it has) It ain't nothing rare It's a common case I can make d** disappear, there's a lot of ways Can't say no Where the weed at? Get the light out I'm Winehouse, no Rehab It's not affecting my music in any way No way, all I need is a mic with no feedback I used to get the peng off Mishak Now he's on remand for something that he never did Police keep locking up the mandem Where the keys at? Free Titch, free Ashman and free Shaq Free Shorts and free my n***a T-man And when each and every one of them are home All I'm gonna say is 'how does it feel to be a free man?' Free Shocks, free Shots when he lands Oops I nearly forgot, when's Aaron out? That's a n***a that I can't wait to see back about (MY ni**a!) I just heard Smokey's back in I never knew, what happened now? In fact the feds were always tryna catch him They let him go and get him again when he's back around It's a vicious cycle and I'm glad I'm out Repping my n***as through the music I'mma throw a party when they're back in town Big dance, ma**ive crowd Get the champagne Get the cameras out Take a picture my n***a So it's a permanent fixture my n***a Come smoke, come and have a drink with me, n***a Come to a show Come on a link with me n***a Couple girls, you can take one or two Introduce a group to Ame on the loop Reminiscing As this beat stays on a loop Ross is on lock but when he's not make room