The Twenty-Seventh Pt. 1 (Freestyle)

I grew apart from some friends

Grew apart from some fam

Tore my ACL

Still dream of running it back

I hid it from Mum as-well

I knew she'd ask me about bands 

Guess it's tragic they don't make them like me any more  

See I ain't certain that they made them like me back before  

Cause I was certain about Abs 

I felt that shit to my core

I was beefing with Kaz

Now that's my **** for real  

I was certain about Jas

And then she turned into drill

I lost the thrill of many things by time I turned 13

I'm talking Christmas wish-lists to hope and dreams  

Never had a holiday until I turned 19 

And now I fly away

I feel like a hideaway in my own life

Because yes I miss those threes...

But I don't miss my old wives

Still I don't feel like me

No, that's the bad thing about soul ties  

Wish I knew how to break them 

As-salamu alaykum

I pray Jah brings us peace  

I've been around many G's 

But they ain't gangsters

That initial stands for grief  

And when I'm praying

I include them because that's just how I be

Yet they're excluding me 

They say I'm stuck in Uni because I like to live my life  

To me it's more fulfilling than just staying in

Watching Love Island at 9 

With contestants pushing 40

Thought she would have seen the vice  

Plus socialising is their vibe  

Ain't that the same thing as I?  

Tell me how it's different

And I'll point you out a hypocrite 

Told her not to go

And now it's trauma that she living with  

If I was more controlling

Then my headaches would be minimal  

But I respect your choices

And I expect the reciprocal

I grew apart from some friends

Grew apart from some fam 

Tore my ACL  

Still dream of running it back 

I hid it from Mum as-well  

I knew she'd ask me about bands 

Guess it's tragic they don't make them like me 

It's apparent

I'm hitting Hatton  

Roger Rabbit tryna search out some Karats  

My Tommy Mallets

They been places that you can't even fathom  

I'm doing damage  

Automatic in the ring like Oso 

Still feel like Franklin  

Need my mula pronto  

When it rains tell me you gonna no show? 

The game's gonna serve you like Coco

If the fame is your aim I don't know bro 

To change you must dip your toe more 

It's the toll to evolve like a Slowbro  

Been told that I'm way too emotional  

Smoke hurt this one here is for grown folk  

Green and purp looking like Mojo Jojo  

They wanna learn just how far that I've come 

Just like Balamory it's a story 

Twenty-Seventh: Part 1

I grew apart from some friends  

Grew apart from some fam 

Tore my ACL  

Still dream of running it back 

I hid it from Mum as-well  

I knew she'd ask me about bands 

Guess it's tragic they don't make them like me any more