PW - If I Die a Martyr lyrics

Verse 1: My fathers a hustler How to get this money what he taught me True Values of a gutter yardie Straight out of the shower posse About to be great Even though i'm still where the gats be See chips like i'm Meyer Lansky Real Facts you know that i'm fancy Black boys doing white collared crime That was just a phase man I stopped that sh** over time We was slaves Picking cotton no need for the price Swipe In the capital tryna capitalised Now Im in queens, paying homage with my Nas part In the Lambo and that sh** is swinging like a nascar I ain't got to lie man it ain't mine But i can still bag your girl from the pa**enger side See My posture might lean but im a stand up guy Stand up tall, when will it materialise Boy in the corner Trying to take trips to Djabrouta Pa**ports at the border Tip and wait as i order Now i'm not present at big ben I keep them clocking The growth is so evident These rappers is yellow bellied compare them to Simpsons Got These girls like Apu, please Can u come again But, Im from London Where gang bangers and stabbings Are as backwards and active As black cabbies and addis If you, say theres no lackin And been about this Since adams Then why, you run like trackers An Asthmatic could catch him Ive seen it all, to youngers all in the street By the jet, holding the pump, like their tanks on E Thats before I got it in gear And i worked that degree It was like the gardena eden Turned hazard in weeks But that wasn't for me Cause i dared to be different Writing bars during lesson Had Sway on repetition But i still had the answers Cause i weren't leaving with D's like i'm Dolly Parton I beg you pardon Only reason i ain't done no fire in the booth Cause n***a im a Arson I told you that I'm the truth And a dirty ba*tard Im taking guts for garters And having rappers for afters The same brothers i chill with i build with The some brothers went school with i cool with Pop a bottle and a Share the fountain of youth with And thats true sh** But If i die a Martyr I know that it was written A gemini with a grind But i still Had a pot to piss in Now my face is on posters like I've gone missing Ive gone clear My brother I'm Cold, you should grab your moncler f** what they think Im the black Nostradamus I Know my future is lit I'll be super up regardless I Know that Karma's a b**h Well i know, nothing about her Funny i can't stomach n***as Now My bowels got bigger n***a now i'm the sh** Well. I was supposed to blow a whole year ago New era bout to approach now So here we go Another campaign Another video Another year out of uni cause It feels close Another trip out the city i don't feel home ——————————————————— Chorus: But If i die a Martyr I know that it was written A gemini with a grind But i still Had a pot to piss in Now my face is on posters like I've gone missing Ive gone clear My brother Im Cold, you should grab your Moncler Verse 2: I used to be jealous of Jermaine Thats wretch 32 by the way He was on stage Big AR chain swinging Thinking about when I'm gonna get it Thinking about whether mark or Baffs gonna bring me Shotgun in the crossfire Its Ironic he took me out the crossfire So we gotta stay connected man its not just bars Not just love All this at 21 Got them looking like the hunch back of Notre dame Those times my sis was looking for a kidney When my mum thought she weren't gonna make it Heard her praying in a room nearly turned Jehovah's witness That will drive any mother crazy Back when yellows was Tinch So Thats way before Chip turned Chip I was silent in the room No one knew I could spit I was playing ball surrounded by all of my fake friends Its funny now they all want to kick it again Now its 2014 and its my time to get it Trying to break for a minute Took a break for a minute Came back to the game Ain't sh** change Just a few new faces in it My excuse why i'm binging Thats due to my thinking Not a clue for these women But They show love for the first few months And bread you like everyone does But you ain't seen no crumbs no bread in them months I was living life with Conor we was out in them clubs But at the end of night he's the one getting papped Reality check I never made it If it was a reality cheque i couldn't pay it Thats why I took out my blank canvas and start painting I Seen a brother i called brother just turn pagan But I ain't got the beat on to speak on that I'll rather speak on and tweak on then speak on facts Im, where they throw caps like I'm graduating But To bad I wasn't there In a black house your deemed a failure With no diploma Im Going against the quoter Im going Pete Tosh Before I'm pete tong my n***a