Текст песни: Life In My Rhymes + перевод

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

Let me try come and explain the life with live

Surrounded by the negativity tryna be positive

We hustle in the struggle

'Cause we know that something’s go to give

Sometimes we don’t know what to give

Still we’ve got a lot to give

A man of many talents

And I find I have to shot to live

'Cause we know about what being really bruck pocket is

Getting laid on more weed to make a profit with

Raggo, not caring on road just how hot it is

Kidnapped by crackheads with guns hoping they’ll let ya be

Sitting in a jail house waiting for the day they’ll set ya free

Situations that you wouldn’t really wanna get to see

Trying hard not to let all this stress get to me

Life is not a game, and any day it could be jeopardy

When so many lickle fassyholes wanna step to me

Anywhere I go I have to bop with my weaponry

When all I wanna do is try give people the best of me

Dodging the feds because they wanna be arresting me

Just for this high grade weed that is blessing me

Lessons in life has got reality depressing me

My food for the brain is the high grade recipe!

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

Nobody’s gonna be avenging me

When I’m facing all of my enemies

I know the afterlife’s a place where man wanna be sending me

So who do I depend on? ME

They say prevention is better than any cure

So fuck looking for a remedy!

Bulletproof vests ain’t gonna stop man from ending me

They’re aiming for my head as if I’m J. F. (Kennedy!)

Lickle fassyholes are sending me into a state of paranoia from anybody who’s

tryna make a friend of me

Living in this gun life 'cause mandem wanna done life

Every minute of the day been ready for a gunfight

24/7 forever fretting for my son’s life

Hoping that his mum is staying clear from the scum type

Like crackhead who bun pipe

Their minds just don’t run right!

So many people take the wrong path in their young life

Ready to kill man if man’s gonna make a killing

And if you wanna be living, you gotta be ready and willing!

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

I keep my game face with it

'Cause as long as you’re making it

There’s always gonna be somebody who wanna be taking it

My bread’s only breaking with

People who I really feel in my heart

Really deserve to ever claim a stake in it

There’s no mistaking it

Real recognise real in my field

And I can tell when man’s faking it

My clique couldn’t never roll tight with a snake in it

Give me trust, next ting man’s starting misplacing it

My heart holds a place in the street

There’s no escaping it

Now I stand firm on some 'Fuck you blatant' shit

Some people say that we’re destined for greater shit

Trying to get to eat right now while I’m looking paper quick

So don’t be coming chatting shit I’m not relating with

Nobody in this British rap game is making it

Couldn’t move their mums off of the council estate with it

So, I’ll be in the park shotting weed, check me later, shit…

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

I put my life in my rhymes, now I tell ya dem

I did it all on my own, I didn’t beg no friend

I done been thru it all, just to get those ends

Did I do every ting I said I would?

(Well?!) Well, then?

And that’s coming from Sounding Straight Grimey Studios where we don’t give a

FUCK about the final mix. It’s just hip-hop for my peeps on the streets.

Dealing with the radio stations that have got it loc, and the DJs that have

got it loc. You know where to get my shit, if you don’t, then you’re not

involved, blud. Yanahmean?

I don’t know, Trevor. I really don’t know what are we gonna do…

—About what?

About you, Tr…

—No, about you, what the FUCK are we gonna do about you!!! If you had any

balls, you’d stick a knife in the bastards who write all that bollocks,

they’re wankers! They’re just like teachers at school, they’re all fucking

wankers!