Potter Payper - Behind Barz lyrics

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Potter Payper - Behind Barz lyrics

Look, I got the heart of a spartan Nine on the strong I be a martyr Welcome to the saga, sh** gets pearl harbour Drive off a new merc Riding down an open road, nights I was cold alone Kitties stay piping Man a straight python its a lonely road, shots fired Don't let the holy ghost hold me close Did I tell you about this cat, I was kipping in his flat The other day I heard he overdosed Its sad still, its got me tripping like a bad pill I don't give a f** about my ends G, its that real Smoke 'till I'm comatosed, eyes looking tokyo Feeling like a rolling stone, [?] With a O of snow I'm tryna go from lotes to notes sh**'s all cray cah they recalled K Ah man I gotta blow some smoke These f**ers are your friend, but he probably a snake when the price right Pound signs in his eye sight Living on the edge, I was billing heads when you was pissing on your bed Crank chilling on the steps where they pipe white 90's baby, noughties raised me, jail house changed me And if you trapping and you napping G this ain't sleep RIP JV spirit like a white russian, let me light suttin' You ain't built like that, you can die fronting And that's f**ed cause a don about his bread will have to sit behind a door cause he put one in your head Man this life's f**ery, once you get stuck in, ain't no tail trucking I know rider man, stuck up on the block like spiderman Slap you in your mullet, gloves full of smudges Lies for the jury, smiles for the judges Hate for the jakes instilled from a youngen, my mindframe corrupted, paper I just lust it Cause I be on some real sh** they can never understand My Dad left early G I had to be the man f** a exam, I was on my block pushing grams Sitting in my cell, head up in my hands Praying that I bust case, paper in my plans Kept a little spinage G, my spinner never jammed A shooting had armed feds licking off my nans So if I ever lick a hundred, I'll give 50 to my nan Fam I know my mum knows, I'm addicted to them roads Trap house, two weeks sleeping in my clothes Nothing like champagne, raves and bezzies, I was more like c**aine fiends and jezzies I was 18 years old before I saw my first 20 Youth worker used to tell me I be dead before 20 I can tell you about jail, mad years that I done And I can tell you 'bout my block, I been on it from young And I can tell you what happened when that tré ting spun But loose lips sink ships, and I ain't that dumb I don't play them games, tell a fed I rather be dead before I say them names Fam I been about it, talk about bare food cos I been around it Never bummy but I'm scummy G, I used to burgle houses Then some OGs were consigning me them ounces Wet man round me had me feeling like I'm drowning Fam we really went there with the Browning, and we and next man really went there with the dotty *Pause* Nicked me for a what, I'm a G on my block, go and ask somebody