FORTY ACRES
Long time they were stuck up with me
Now they're all out of shape
Tryna cut up with me
But they know what the fucks up with me
I spare no one if they buck up to me
I could never snake up
My brothers you're crazy, you're buggin'
I still got a handful of grudges
I still think that nobody's
Better than by cousin
He said he's in the field but
I think they should sub him
Even on my off days I get off key
Man I'm buggin'
He said he does too but he doesn't
I remember back then whеn niggas
Had to know how
But didn't wanna give man a fucking lowdown
It's cool I'm in the game
I got a propеr roll now
I'm barely on my phone
But I'm always mobile
This game is a game you
Gotta have the heart for
I've turned down couple racks
On my last score
I'm tryna get couple stamps on my passport
If you fuck with my money then
I'm at your car door
Clean heart but I can't speak for the hands
I was filthy before the filthy began
These boys got lyrics
Man they tryin' too hard bro
My name is my name like my name is Marlo
I can't compete with these capper dons
All these fake rapper dons
All these backpacker turned trapper dons
I don't feel your brags let alone all
Them beats that you're braggin' on
Told your fling on that avalon
This is not a sprint, it's a marathon
I told man
7 days 7 nights rapping like Konan
Look, I shouldn't have to tell man again
I know my tings wavy but
I'm straight with this pen
I tried selling wraps but now I rap with OGs
Somebody tell Jords that he better phone 3
I move lowkey taught from my OG
My brudda got the flick like a bogey
Jordy not Jordan, yeah they know the alias
Shoebox money for the miscellaneous
I know that I'm crazy, no if, buts, maybes
He could've been too
But that nigga's too lazy
Gotta step steady cah the world's gone crazy
No abortion, they tried cancel DaBaby
I don't know if man think
I'm playing round or joking
I don't know what man have been smoking
I got so many half-steppers
Tryna hang with me but this is not the one
You wanna get roped in
Look, I've fired in the booth for too long
If Charlie don't know by now
He's taken too long
I moonwalk on riddims like Michael
So hand me the title
I could never be a beg, hand on the bible
This year my son sit's his GCSEs
So it's been 16 years
Since I sonned everybody (yeah)
I clocked the game AP PS3
So it's been 16 years since I
Had Kane up in Totty
All I do is progress and
Then I show the steps
Niggas got their chest out
I'm on the shoulder press
Sometimes you gotta leave town just
To show the levs so when I hit the belly
Feel it in your solar plex
I don't talk money with
People that call mummy
Man I had to father my
Family, my small cuzzy, my sisters as well
Had white on a dark knight
I been Christian Bale
Back when you thought touching
Notes was singing Adele
Back then to push a nigga on
Was just wishing him well
Now you gotta give man a drink
Get him dinner as well
I don't even know what I prefer
It's just different scales
Weight on my shoulders but I'm
Waiting on signing a deal (yeah)
Right in the field I was writing the reel
Mummy got to see the
Breadwinner dividing a meal mill (yeah)
Now I can boast in my humble abode
'Cause the truth is I sold light
Just to lighten the load (yeah)
Look after mummy and ride for the bros
Would you live for that combination
Or die for the code
Some use a façade like they like to be road
Caring if they're known or
If they're liked, i don't like to be known
I picked up my queen in time for the throne
And now I'm sitting comfy on the
Chair just minding my own
Ventrue after venture adventurous growth
Now mi makin money pon di phone
And that's a big re-up
Fresh Dior mi must a Christian
Dem boy deh try fi dis keep dem distance
Why dem wish me dead
They should've wished me love
Wished me love, yeah
Shake my head now it's Jordy and Wretch
That's a rebel with a cause in a
School full of Ghetts and Santans
The writing's on the wall
Pray your sentence can land for you
Give a man a rope and he leaves as hangman
I don't understand all these
Wars and gangland
We don't own our postcode
We just follow the satnav
Fuck a stamp of approval
I don't want that stamp
I just want my stamp duty
Forty acres for Black Man
Black man no fool again