Bl@ckbox Cypher

Ayy, listen is this working, yeah?
Cool, look

Brother, would you ride for me?
And if I died today
Would you put some shells in a nine
And go and ride for me?
Brother, would you ride for me? Cause
Brother I would ride for you
I'd load up a nine for you or
Sit and do life for you
Brother would you look after my wifey
If I touched the cells
Or would you go behind my back
Betray me and fuck my girl
Brother would you smile when I'm up and
Let me share it with you
Or would you take it in my sleep
Brother here's the sssue
I never came from a broken home
The system came and broke my home
And now my bro's are sitting
In cells like chromosomes
I hope the dough don't tear us apart
But I know the roads
I know my bro's got love for
Me, I love them back, i know the code
Would you chat to my mum and see if she's
Listen man look, let me go back
Little tings, little tings
It's just a warm up, look

Yo listen, Dave, look, real stuff, look
Tried and tested, my lifestyle's reckless
In and out, I'm stressed, shit
I write 'til my head spins
Living in a squalor for a while
This isn't nice bruv
Scales, sizer, visit's with lifers
I don't care bout your lives bruv
Your packs or your Lycas
I've been licking out squares and
Missing every fucking time bruv
Lifestyle stressful, yeah sometimes I cry
My mum makes that face and bruv
I see it in her eyes and I breakdown
But you ain't ever had a breakdown
Driving to Cookham Wood in a
Whip and it breaks down
And you're stressing in the visit cause
Your brother's running late now
You ain't never felt numb and
Seen your older brother's face in a paper
And you're looking at your
Mum and she's lifeless
I had to phone Juss Real shit, on my mums
All the phone calls I made for the funds
I was never on my ones I
Had the realest from the jump
Are you fucking mad?
Bare niggas change and man I used to rate
Stuck in the same place
Selling draws or eighths
I put four on your place
If you war with my mates
I put p's in your back
Put corn on your plate
Cat D, Cat B, Cat A, it's a myth bruv
I've lived this
Cookham, Elmley, Feltham, Swinford
Wandsworth, Tempside, Highdown, Brixton, Ford
My brothers getting bored
My mother still poor my money feel short
All the Prada that I bought
A quick fix, I'm distraught
Dying in designer, I need slow money quick
I should've bought a nine bar and
Fed the whole fucking strip, but I didn't
I was concerned with all these
Bitches tryna Twitter me
Girls never made me a penny
I swear brother it's killing me
And now they wanna talk like all
These girls are getting into me
I fuck her three times cause she
Ain't never seen a trilogy
I'm from a land where niggas lick and trap
And all the flyest niggas probably
Got the thinnest stack
And all the broke niggas still broke
Taking pics with racks to them ears
Them niggas actually queer
And yeah niggas do die
So I'll run if they back the strap
Hand in hand
My money's in cards like Match Attax
How I'm draw, I'm fucking confused
I'm struggling to keep up with man
Who got nothing to lose
I can't shank man and go jail
I got way too much potential
But I'm facing niggas that'll skrr
Up in a rental cause they wanna go jail
Yeah, they need ratings
No future, it's frustrating
So how I draw hate, bruv I'm fucking confused
My brother still writing to me
I dropped tears on that letter
PS G do what ever ma say
You got something to lose
But nothing to prove
And that's the realest rap that
I ever fucking wrote
I can demonstrate broke
I need digit's in my world
I had bailiffs waiting like I
Was picking up my girl
No talking in the station
Real niggas never tell, nah
Them niggas onto us, them pussies follow us
Blade brown disciples
Bragging bout who buys fools
I hate it, I hate my own name shit
'Cause when it comes on
I never like what David
Still I put the base in balls like Babe Ruth
Niggas call me Blackbox like an
Old school game cube back for the cypher
40k on my Blackbox feeling like a hero
In my college I was Hancock but I'm cool
I don't need all the views
Just a few real niggas and my
Brothers out them fucking prisons
Them dickheads don't believe me
This rap scene needs me
My teachers weren't surprised
They said this music ting was easy
From when I spoke about my dad
And Ms Wiles used to cry
I put my soul in my rhymes
I never do this for the hype listen
Mandem

Been trying make you see what I can
It's talking to the deaf
Describing colour to a blind man
I was putting hundreds in my cupboards
It was light fam
Man forget I'm 16, brother I'm still nice fam
I was talking grands from a yungen
Had plans from a yungen
Screaming RIP Gran from a yungen
I never had a penny for a patty or a dumpling
I was chasing catties
Chasing patties for a pumpin'
I was just a brace face
Dave never had a name to him
We had a skatty little spinner and it
Never had a name to it
Now everybody's got rambos and jangos
Blades pushing through tee's
Now brudda watch your man go
Blades pushing through tee's
Now brudda watch your man go
Gloves for them spinners, that was Kangol
I was 15, I never banged goals
I banged visit's like lawyers
My brother said see ya and I
Wanted a tom like Sawyer
My teacher was a MILF
So that pain was getting milked like soya
In between sticks like Neuer
Sitting in a cell, in a piccolo for the mula
I used to go ham like Müller
I used to go ham like Goku's son
And now my brothers in the can with the ob1
Both my brothers missing, I'm the only son
Sometimes I sit and think that
I'm the chosen one whizzing on the M1
Fuck you and your dead gun
Most my niggas shooting like all
Your niggas can get some

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