(That's Chucks)

Lil' bro, the roads ain't for you
What you wanna be when you're older?
Cee, I wanna be a drug dealer
Go country and build a phone up
Lil' bro, you must be jokin'
How many people in the can turned culprit?
School ain't for me
I hear that, but hold it, just don't lose focus
"You must have a dream or somethin'?"
He just shrugged his shoulders
Mumzy's broke, you know this
So I soon go O for the olders
Like Cench, put man on
I wanna get Ps like you, I'm involved
I don't mind flyin' Os
You're a young boy, everything glitter ain't gold
For this life I live, the chance is slim to make it rich
Slept in the bando days on end and it weren't the way to live
Shortcuts where? Take the stairs, no handouts, no takin' lifts
Pigs bag bro with pebs, KMT like Drake and Giggs

Look, bro, I know how it gets
Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate
The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle
But you gotta get fed
I'm hittin' the road instead
I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead
I thought the roads was cool as a young boy
It's not though, I got mislead
Look, bro, I know how it gets
Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate
The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle
But you gotta get fed
I'm hittin' the road instead
I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead
Uh, I thought the roads was cool as a young boy
It's not though, I got mislead

If a man hops out of the ride with a knife same size as your thigh
Gotta fear for your life
Do you say think it twice, the violence here gets normalized
A lot of the time it's only rap, but I gotta talk some times
I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the trap, I just can't glorify it
You know what Cench? The fuck do you mean?
Fuck your motivational speech
I see you shinin', out of the ends
When's the last time you been in the streets?
You don't even know, I got my bros
And when it gets peak, they back my beef
And just 'cause you made it and got famous
That don't mean that it could be me
Bro, watch your tone, you're movin' mad
Drop that pride when you chat to man
Fuck the street, mind frame you in
I'll tell you straight and say how it is
I'll tell you once, won't say it again
So use your brain and take me in
Same man that will back your beef
Same ones that send statements in
I've seen that shit, shit go left, they'll leave man quick
Get some bread, they'll start to scheme
Go to jail, they'll beat mans chick
I hope shit this make you reconsider the lifestyle that you chose to live
Huh, trust, we've all got options, it's London City, not Compton
Let's be honest, you could've went college
I get that your mumzy's an alcoholic
It's been ten years that your pop ain't hollered
But trust me dawg, that's no excuse
Best use that hunger to your advantage
I know that you're smart, but you disregard it
I know that you're feel like you're grown already
But don't be silly, your life just started

Look, bro, I know how it gets
Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate
The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle
But you gotta get fed
I'm hittin' the road instead
I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead
I thought the roads was cool as a young boy
It's not though, I got mislead
Look, bro, I know how it gets
Everyone eatin', but you ain't ate
The truth is nobody will feed you in the jungle
But you gotta get fed
I'm hittin' the road instead
I'm not gonna go get a job, that's dead
I thought the roads was cool as a young boy
It's not though, I got mislead

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Writer(s): Conor George Mulcahy, Daniel Oyinade Adekugbe, Oakley Neil H Caesar-Su