Galahad

Ayy yo Twin two, this is a bad boy Beat
Back in me speech
I have only one to give
All men are born to die, we know it
We carry it with us always, if your daddy be today
Can someone tell me does this feel real?
Little Frenchy weren't the real deal
Lying 'bout his brother don't believe him it's all spilled milk
If I saw him, then I'd wrap him like a meal deal
Grab him by his collar, scruff his half hair up make him fill in
Little white boy, acting gully, needs a chill pill
Hanging 'round with people for the image it don't feel real
Just got to laught and keep the real sealed just silly little cunts how could you ever fucking kill Bill?
Never could the kill me
Had to see my brothers die from heroin it's fitfhy, like fuck I feel so guilty
Streets they never built me
I swear they made it worse first it was my aunty
Then my brother in that fucking hearse
Think I'd lie about the stupid little I lived?
Move to England show my cousins all the knives I bid and the ones they bought
I remember days when I was shooting out the window
But with his rifle when i was feeling bored
But you wouldn't understand 'cause you're just
Such a little ganster in your head I guess you lived on your Instagram
Six foot two face scars from the scraps I've had
Stone cold eyes from my battles like I'm Galahad or maybe Lancelot
I'm pretty handy with my sword but you can't ask a lot, pussy go and dance it off
I raise a glass to God If they knew just how it felt to be a Catholic
Where I'm from you'd keep it out your job
I got Saint Michael on my shoulder through my darkest times
Been through war, I've held a body now my brothers died
Your lifes been hard nut your excuses eat you up inside
My life's been tricky but shit happens I just grab the mic
Close my eyes, hearing you laughing in the background of this image
In my head when you were still alive
Stars align, I've got courage in my blood
I'm the descendant of a king that's on my mother's side
And when I get a hold of a gun
I wanna shoot my rival straight in his lungs and drive away to the sun
Sorry mom, I know you listen I'm done
I guess I'm working on myself when I run but I'm a crazed little cunt
Might be smoking be blunt or maybe fighting for fun
If you knew the situation then it's father to son, my older brother was drunk
But even he had more about him than these industry bums
The party's only begun, sorry Obi have I said something wrong?
Don't want to start to hurt their feelings with the bars in my songs
Don't want to hit them in the nerve and tangle up with their thongs
'Cause I can mix a bath with acid if it ever goes wrong
Grab the fucker by his legs and bring them others along
And the I truck them in the potion like it's Wizard of Oz fuck it
I'm only messing of course if you're my enemy the strengthen your doors
Unless you're ready for war
It's funny how I felt this way from the start
The cheeky fuckers never played in a part
But still the ask in advance all the favours I created in the dark
But when I'm lost they can't relay me a path
I just sit back and laugh, grab Mrs a glass
Might stick on the television while the zoots getting past
Hold a marvelous arse all my life I've walked towards the mirage
And I ain't stopping like affordable cars
I'm a G not a star, I'm a G not a beg
I think the parents didn't realize when they dropped on their head
'Cause if you think you're getting rich from masturbating in bed
Then you're a silly little prick that never see the success
I made the road for the rest, every track I molest
Used to shot along the ocean with some—, like a pest
Fuck a Snitch to the death it's been a diffucult year
But I ain't stopping for no typical tears I grab a spill and a beer (beer, beer)