Chapter 21
Chapter 21 what have I done with my life ?
I done crimes justified saying I need survive
Been in da docks my mum had tears in her eyes
I battle with my mind fam I can’t even describe
Got friends Lost friends man I ain’t phased
I do what I do it’s all about the paper chase
Late night Drinking redBull just to stay awake
Time to clear my mind so I’m billing up Paper plane
It’s only been 2 decades
But I seen Seen so much shit I got a headache
Toking on da zengs have to bark it off to reggae
Man I Need a lil bad shawuty to come buss me hedddy
Im not banging for drip I’m tryna build an estate
Hitting licks Slanging dots just to make an Escape
Seen bare trauma I made many mistakes
Now I write it in my bars nd go Nd slap it on tapes
Only Chapter 21 but I’ll spit dem real facts
No childhood but I’m gonna make them big stacks
Big waps at da sea flats full off b packs
Get da money up so I can fucking relax
Had my heart broken lost a real rider
It Felt it like I got shot by fucking a sniper
Treat your girl right bro it ain’t fucking minor
Trust me A real one will make ur life brighter
Call me obi kanobi cos I’m the one
Shout me for ur white try it baby put it in ur gum
On the streets in da jeeps get da licks done
See the jakess buss a uiee better get that whip spun
Try Fucking with an Akhi from Pakistan
Only 21 but I’ll take ur bitch to halkisan
He’s not a winner darlin he is a batty man
Right hook left jab Spin him like Jackie chan
They said adz she belongs to the streets
I’m like nah g she belongs to the mway
Do my ting quick get a jeet and skeet
Put her in the bin
Send her back to the ends mate
Told da bitch come smoke on da reefa
Baby please put down the fucking cigarette
On da roads keep movin dem ninas
In da bando before I cook I gotta disinfect
On a glide with gang my akhis had the pump
He let it off
I never fucking jump
Don’t deal with ticks man could never get bump
Try fuck with kid you will end up in a slump
Gyally in passy looking hella thick
Grab her by the head put it down make her suck this dick
Cruising on the mway takin hella trips
Got da reload now I’m flying out hella bricks
On my bail rude boi mans looking at a bird
You ain’t never grown up shotting bud from the curb
Stop rapping bout the herb u ain’t never had to serve
Beg you jump off the game cuz you will never have the nerve
Stop talking Ak nd go nd start doing
Complain about life but ur at yard viewing
U will never have the mula in da matic just cruising
Wanna see racks but can’t start pursuing
No chamilionami but riding dirty
Servings milfs on da curb in der fucking 30s
Baddie in da passy lookign so curvy
She Can’t see the trap till she proves worthy
Mix the yolo with the Benz call it combination
Writing flows in da trap can’t get concentration
Need the cali bud just to get some mediation
Fam I’ll die for my bros there’s no hesitation
Im not banging for drip I’m tryna build an estate
Hitting licks Slanging dots just to make an Escape
Seen bare trauma I made many mistakes
Now I write it in my bars nd go Nd slap it on tapes
Im not banging for drip I’m tryna build an estate
Hitting licks Slanging dots just to make an Escape
Seen bare trauma I made many mistakes
Now I write it in my bars nd go Nd slap it on tapes