Jordan: Fire In The Booth

The system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me

Left my mum a widow, seven kids, she's a real G

She's a real G

The system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me

Never got to raise me, I grew up in the bin

I grew up on a wing

Visits every week, you'd always bring something in

Weed and burm wrapped in cling

You always been my queen, told me I'm a king

Writing that bar got goosebumps on my skin

It's been nine Christmases that you didn't have your kid

Always blame yourself for the shit that I did

Sorry for everything mum, I love you to bits

Catherine McCann, the best mum that ever lived

We're McCanns and we're hated

No man, seven kids

Mum you done amazing

Come a long way from Chedworth Crescent, sharing trainers

Armed police would raid us

Guns and tasers, that's why I fucking hate 'em

Fifty interviews, I never spoke in a station

Before I made a statement the pope would turn Asian

Yeah, my mum's an angel but she raised Satan

Fuck the GMP bacon, put my mum in the papers on front pages

Talking 'bout shooting, she can't walk without aching

Bro, that's why I'm fuming

'Cause the 5-0 nicked my mum for some shooting

A 53 year old woman, are you stupid?

Tryna get to me, that's my queen, I went ruthless

Sent out shooters, paid for the Treys and the Supers

But I never paid for no shooting

The system killed my daddy, I won't ever let it kill me

Left my mum a widow, seven kids, she's a real G

She's a real G

The system killed my daddy, ah

The hardest time for me was Preston jail, that sent me mad

Every time I got blazed and closed my eyes, I'd see my dad

On the same wing wondering, "Was this the pad?"

Bro, they found him dead, no note for the fam

If I could speak to him now I'd tell him he's a selfish man

Left a woman with seven kids, I told you 'bout my mam

Walking 'round the wing like you took your last breaths here

A Wing, Preston, took your last steps here

Came on a sweatbox but, dad, you never left here

Dreamed of getting out and ended up dead here

Yo dad, would you believe

That I actually achieved, let alone onto the keys

Went from shottys to machines

All I know is robbers, fiends, shotters and fiends

Hardly no help, fucking made me a beast

I don't blame you, I hope you rest in peace

I remember that last visit talking through a screen

Remember mum saying you're dead and dropping to her knees

My mum used to preach about these streets, telling Steven

"Son, you're getting deep in all the stealing and the dealing"

Burgs that I creeped in, robberies I steamed in

Nothing personal to them people, I was eating

You should blame them screws for the way that I was treated

Nine years of my life fighting for freedom

Down the block freezing

I seen real guys turn weakling

Segregation beat him

Eyes dull, screaming

Cut his wrist, bleeding

Screws told him, "Shut up before we send a team in"

Ha, since the next morning found his body leaking

When I say "fuck the system" understand the meaning

That was my friend, imagine how I was feeling

Every night, shots firing, Salford's violent

City full of riders, my city's divided like Northern Ireland

At war, all fighting

Whites shooting whites, it's a crisis

Papers say Salford's like Moss in the '90s

Never wanted to be Tupac as a little kid

Never wanted to be Biggie as a little kid

Looked up to guys like Dargan and Ricky Smith

Hitting half-a-milli licks

Every night, shots firing, Salford's violent

City full of riders, my city's divided like Northern Ireland

At war, all fighting

Whites shooting whites, it's a crisis

Papers say Salford's like Moss in the '90s

Never wanted to be Tupac as a little kid

I never wanted to be Biggie as a little kid

I looked up to guys like Dargan and Ricky Smith

Hitting half-a-milli licks

Pretty chicks, biggest whips

Salford, we're the grittiest

Used to watch the grass on YouTube then go hit the bits

Me and Ryan Mac in boiler suits doing silly shit

Broad day drag outs, really didn't give a shit

Used to have some good friends, then I try wig the pricks

Say I'm out of order 'cause he is with his kids

Pedal bike, sawn-off, Jordan been the drilliest

Anything I rap about somewhat that I really did

I ain't bragging, brother, this is just how I really live

No gangs in my city, bro, we're paramilitaries

Nanas shop, mums and dads shop, people

I just came home, everyone thinks I made it

Whole city love me, people hug me like I'm famous

Say it's nice to see me doing good stuff, not base shit

I just smile and nod and go, "Yeah, appreciate it"

I don't think they know that I'm still slapping razors

Still smacking flavours, got UKs and hazers

Still wrap man for wage, I ain't see no changes

Fuck the rats who be seeing their faces

Askin' for straighteners, I gave 'em razors

Sat in my pad going mad, frustrated

Done a long week, a long year I waited

Bro, a year I waited

I run my town for myself, police are fuming

They took me back to jail, I'm still releasin' music

Fuck a blue tick, I'm certified with broom sticks

Shut down my Insta, so they

Tryna stop my movement, I got dotties booming

I rob robbers, rob shotters rob you if you do bits

Point-blank range, try blow who's wig?

Later the same day, try blow who's wig?

Tell me what you did? I grew up in the juvies

Grew up with the scoobies

Only a school kid when I was splitting screws' wigs

15, ruthless

Coming out shooting, me and Kane, two sticks

Watched ourselves some news clips

Dangerous broke, imagine what I'm gonna do rich

Imagine what I'm gonna do rich

Wait, Charlie, leave this beat

And you ain't no shooter if it's once or twice

I ain't squashing no beef, it's fucking on for life

Never lie in my rhymes, bro, look in my eyes

Fucking hate jobs like I'm blind with crime

I seen a thousand guys

Walk back on the wing from court with life

Seen my mates keep face, inside they died

Thoughts of suicide, in the pads they cried

Nothing I can say to make it better but I try

The only thing that I could say was, "Bro, at least you're alive"

Their situations words can't describe

Seen serious men fucking begging for spice

I know in my mind could be me any time

Droppin' all these missions, can't let shit slide

In jail or outside, bro, there's not one time

On my fucking mum's life, rather die than lose my pride

14 locked, nah, next beat, Charlie

Next beat, brother

When I'm broke I'm fucking dangerous

Looking for a graft with rusty gauges

A lot of whips and vans we plated

Running in gaffs, detaining

But I blam in front doors, fuck neighbours

Wrapped a lot of guys, why do you think that I'm hated?

Tied him up in front of his babies

Shouldn'ta kept work where they live

Caught forwards of the blues and a couple of hazes

Went back to Rick's flat, split the wages

Can't tell me about slapping razors

Snatched a box on a bike, hit the papers

Fed, they were sat off waiting patient

Van pulled up with a changing

I snatched the box, some hero tried saving

So I pulled out a thing and started waving

Bro, I'm running through Preston, the 5-0 chasing

Chopper out, armed squad, dogs, heart racin'

Now in front of strap charge, mere imitation

Crossed me up, dragged me to the station

Back to jail, raging

Middle of the summer, baking

But I always had the wing locked off like K wing

Couple years later back out and the same thing

Pubs and clubs getting ready for the taking

Headlock manager, take me where the safe is

Fuck it, I had nothing but heart and ratings

Done six and a half for class-A cases

And I'll never let it down like they did

I don't argue, go where they live

Hate public trouble, that's **** shit

Ever knocked a door with a thing and sprayed it?

Or let the wrong door, got the neighbours

I'm not acting bad, just explaining

Do it in jail and better let the safe in

You can't name one that I ain't got mates in

I got mates, mates, mates and got mates

And got four of them done all in different cages

And they all got slashed-up faces too

'Cause your neek spent eight quid

Just for being related

Or kids do his mates with grass

He moved on G wing with a rapist

Whole of Strangeways read your statement

Can't use police when crime's your occupation

Lot of guys forget that

Land on the wing, gotta face it

Lot of them guys got slashed-up faces

Watch this, Charlie, keep it on

Ay

Running wild, letting lead off

Shout a little tall, man nearly blew his head off

Threw him the strap and I told him to get off

Missed him by inches, that night had me thinking

All of the times that I had rats sprinting

Outside their gaffs, lettin' off, ears ringing

Calm of the night, felt like sinkin'

But fuck it, bro, I'll shift if

Hopped out, wigged him

Fifteen prisons that I lived in

Yeah, brother, that's how I been living

Prison-to-prison, my whole life on the bin linen

I said, bro, that's how I been living

Prison-to-prison, my whole life on the bin linen

I got raided and my mam did

But I came with a hand ting

Two dotties and shells on a banking

Told him move everything when I rang him

'Cause I don't know who the fuck's grassing

Still got the whole of our legs grafting

Ask my padmate, know stay active

Please safe and jail, I ran shit

Smash bits and got a gaff lit

Fuck south side, hear those grass spit

Caused a gang war but my last bit got my mates hundred years and my mam nicked

That's the reason I'm rappin'

All them rats are grasses

Half beers and slashes

I ain't into jewels and fashion, bro, I'm into moves and cannons

They don't want Salford in Hatton

We're known for smashing, grabbing, raiding homes with gold and cash in

Asian gold I'm taping, our kid's blowin' my dough, won't flake him

Blast this, ask the estate who gave 'em mashes

Gave 'em whips, made it happen

Slap this

Slap shit in fast whips

I made sure my jail-mates are patterned

I been active doing napping after napping

Mm, wait

Bro, really got pipes in jeeps

Put down militant riot on these

Little rats that hide from me

Bro, I only hide from police

I filled the mash and fired sweets

For his packy bap I cried and screamed

Shoutin' power like I can't see

In my cousin's gaff '013

And my cousin's died so rest in peace

Free our kid and the rest of the team

Bro, had a lot of wars, I ain't dead no beef

Mate, I'm a legend in HMP

Done a slashing on Christmas Eve

Up his neck and down his cheek

Just to give my mum the Ps

So she could get presents for my niece

Put me in the block, got G-O-A-D

But I weren't stressed though, had a good sleep

Family was nice, that give me peace

What I done for my family you won't believe

Do you know how many man that I cut for free?

Strangeways left him slumped on a freeze

Ever looked through our flats, made it home from streets?

All because he was hooked on sheets

I seen man die on the landing

And screws just covered him with sheets

And he was home in a couple of weeks

That was last year, 2018

Bro, my head's fucked, all the shit that I seen

Been trapped in the system since 14

When I say "fuck the system", know what I mean

Dad was a fiend, got crack in my genes

My name Jordan McCann, real shooter, please know this

I'm black-hearted, bladada, blastin' out of stolens

Somebody get me Mozzy's number, I wanna phone him

Fuck Messi, man, sign me, I'm the coldest

This Is England, Salford, only robbers I roll with

I just started rapping and I'm fucking exploding

I'm new to the 'Gram, I never posted

I'm nothing like you spice boys posing

I've never been on Instagram

Any time I double tapped, I was tryna kill a man

Really smoke him

Me and Kane dipping from a mission, drug smoking

Now Kane's in the 'Ways getting frozen

Any jail that I went, fucking domed it

Slap visits and I got drones in

He had a phone and I didn't so I rolled him

I made killings shoutin' the phone and no foldin'

Never had nothing unless I stole it

And chatting bangers on these cameras ain't me, no joking

Feel like I'm snitching on the people that I roll with

Fuck it, they wanna see me win and I'm all in

Hoping, focus, to come a long way

From Walton with the roaches

Fighting with the screws tryna plug my phone quick

Secure it in moves, always getting ghosted

I seen a whole country on sweatbox road-trips

Cuffs on my wrist, not knowing where my next home is

Hoping it ain't got a pole so I can get my phone in

Asked the realest guy, you know they'll tell you that I hold it

Don't compare me to rappers that don't know shit

Rap about a life they don't live

They ain't put on no lids

Done no licks, done no bids, let off no clips

Street kid, no choice, took those risks

Back-to-back trips, bro, back-to-back trips

Same night, same stick, Free Kane and our kid

Backing off the R6, judge was a harsh bitch

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