blackbox cypher

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 issue

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 is she's. listen man

look lemme go back

little tingz

little tingz

it's just a warm up

yo

listen

dave

look

real stuff

look

tried and tested

my lifestyle's reckless

in and out

i'm stressed

shit

i write till my head spins

living in a squalor for a while

this isn't nice bruv

scales

sizer

visits with lifers

i don't care bout your lifes bruv

your packs or your likers

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 p

cat a

i'ts a myth bruv

i 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 tweet 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 moneys in cards like match attax

how i

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 will that'll sccrrrrrr up in a rental

cause they wanna go jail

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 digits 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

brown disciples

bragging bout who buys

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

niggas call me blackbox like an oldschool game cube

back for the cypher

40k on my blackbox

feeling like a hero

in my collage 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 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 death

describing colour to a blind man

i was putting hundreds in my cupboard

it was light man

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 pattis for a dump in

i was just a brace face

dave never had a name for him

we had a skatty little spinner and it never had a name to it

now everybody's got rambos and jangos

blade pushing fruitys

now brudda watch your man go

blade pushing fruitys

now brudda watch your man go

gloves for them spinners

that was tango

i was 15

i never banged goals

i banged visits like lawyers

my brother said see ya and i wanted a tom like soya

my teacher was a milf

said that 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 mula

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

wizzing on the m1

fuck you and your dead gun

most my niggas shooting like all your niggas can get some