I Was (Intro)

Kayman I was fifteen, Z of both in my drum, got caught by mum I was sixteen, gang got a first gun Just put it down, see jakes, got spun Seventeen, used to trap ten toes 'til my feet go numb Want a clean run Same age with my first crop, got bud In the end, put the trap down and just robbed Eighteen, applied pressure on opps Them man snitched, weren't makin' it stop It could've been a Seat or Ford They know who it was, been poppin' them doors Got nicked, I'm in court for a juks Now it's pro-b and a tag on my foot Bro said drop tracks cah you're good Rapper on rise, still put on my hood I spent ninteenth at the feds Birthday, they put me in the cage for a benz I dropped Mad About Bars, said I'm next Still mad about bars for my friends Them times it was Stally, Reeko, Skeng Grab ballys and we go step Gettin' told to do rapping and give it a rest Few months later, bagged for a M Stress, then we lost Shegz, got me more depressed Rest up Sheggy, cheffed up plenty Labelled a legend, it don't make sense Slide with guns that's lengthy Just turned twenty, thinkin' to put rappin' to bed No hesitating to rise up skengs in the ends Seperating the mice and men Then Unknown T dropped Homerton B Peak now, people are bothering me Like, "K, don't quit, keep dropping the heat" Take your foot off the brake Free Wavy, G and Reeko again Jakes got 'em with blades and some weight I hit the booth and I dropped 'em a tape Four weeks on, keepin' it movin', I was in Luton Five teeth strong, we removin' We don't care who grew them Police come guns up They weren't shootin', back window I was usin' Four high fences, jump, man flew them Run 'til my legs start losin' And now I'm in jail feelin' nuttin' but useless At the kiosk lookin' nuttin' but clueless No mackerel for me, just tunas Canteen comes, couple dilute juices Smokes gave a mash to the chargers Calm, we don't blow no fuses Dumped in a IG Live into a YouTube vid Touch road like I'm serious with music Went baitface, dropped Still, gave me a blue tick Keep punchline and soon into tunes that they buyin' like Munich Bro still flyin' them units I'm still pullin' them strings, acoustics Turned twenty one, jakes got me on a case Got me stuck up in the cube, no Rubik's Table tennis bat or a cue stick I ain't hearin' that, still gotta stay elusive Stay with that side that you're choosin' Get shave when we ride, no excusin' Thinkin' you're sly, you're deluded I don't know who confused him Was it Holly or the Nine who abused him? Could've been a bit of both, that's a fusion Kayman