Potter Payper - Warm Up Sessions lyrics

Potter Payper - Warm Up Sessions Had to question everything I stand for Still purple rain and maintaining through the downpour Cold nights sleeping on the ground floor I don't hate my father I just wish he was around more My nanny came on a visit she just broke down She says she looks at me as if i was her own child And only I can choose the road i'm gonna go down So i know i'm on my own when it goes down But sometimes I can't cope G I can't lie 'Ca from young I been addicted to this fast life Like I swear we were so high last night And we didn't make it home till like half five And this is real sh** this ain't just the weed talking Every time i get away I hear a fiend calling I spend money I ain't got like a remortgage I ain't slept for days feels like i'm sleepwalking And mans just trying to dodge another sentence Stan Tookie Williams i'm just looking for redemption Hoodrat b**hes holla looking for attention Snakes hissing in the distance and I can sense 'em Fake man wanna smile and say they're down to ride But on the low the same man wanna f** my wife In the hood there ain't nothing but some f**ing s*uts and liars But i'll clutch and rise it you could get touched i'm riding Looking for a Judas 44's, tre 8's, dottys and some Rugers OT grow yard ciggies and some j**elers Living for today like we ain't got no future And I don't really wanna change Seen so much sh**, so much sh** i don't wanna say '99 they said my mummy went on holiday I found out my mummy was in Holloway But home is where the heart is so i'm loving where I live And I know most man never struggled like I did I was coming home hungry weren't nothing in the fridge So I had to hit the road like somethings gotta give '05 me and Dizz hitting kitties out in Alban Chicks couldn't grasp why I wouldn't show emotion Had to tell that b**h chill I live among some vultures And a home ain't a home when your homes broken darg And your home ain't a home when your homes broken And then it gets harder Feltham, Chelmsford, Aylesbury, Parva And I got some youts that need looking after Two little girls that'll never know their father So don't front like roads something that your built for Cos you could die for something you wouldn't k** for Mad years behind that steel door Mad years on my strip and mummy's still poor Wait there's still more i'm trapping 24's G Up and down in and out till I got sore feet '04 to '06 I never saw sleep Raw B had me counting bags at 14 '04 was 8 balls I used to soldier that strip Now its like the main source everything steak sauce Treat it like a cakewalk, pissing on rappers like racehorse Swammys automatic like train doors '07 I left the crown court free back in Feltham for like 4 weeks '08 I was back behind that door G Firearms charge i rid the whole 4 peak But I rid that the life you dickheads rap about i live that Pebble down a big batch hit g-star pack and told him flip that I told him take 3 and bring 6 back And T's been gone for a minute now I miss akh And I miss C and I miss whites on my kids life everyday I risk mine I'm just trying to live right sh** I gotta do wrong I couldn't see you walking two steps with my shoes on Ratchet always told me re-up up before your foods gone I said ratchet always told me re-up up before your foods gone Now its like the man there they phony Broke down a Z now hes thinking hes Tony Catch me on the corner with a whistle like Bodie P.S stay around a white girl like Brody And you could get you whole sh** moseyed Young guns dumb dumbs that'll burn for your Stoney I never chose this life G it chose me So I doubt that there's a thing you could ever show me You know how much food I dun broke down You know how much fiends I seen smoked out I treat the trap like a concert I weren't going home till my tickets where sold out Came from the gutter I was really a road child If only I knew then what I know now Sleeping on the floor in a dope house I would've got my P's right and just flown out My mixtapes fire freestyle after freestyle And Insha'Allah T's busting the retrial I'm in and out fiends house to fiends house Me and ???? in the trap cutting some trees down Pagans chat sh** catch that on the rebound B's up to my d**h I ain't putting my b's down They know P's down from the curb to the jailhouse I dun left man on exercise they were sprawled out But back to this trap sh** i'll be making packs split Pack after pack after pack that's a hat-trick In the BM i ain't talking about your kids mother Three crops enough to ball out for six summers