Trapped In The Slums

Oh, oh
Ri-right off beast, hardest in the streets
Yeah, oh-oh, yeah

Armed bags, outburst for fun
Snatch cash in a mask and run
Trapped in slums, daft and young
Deep breathing in a car with guns
Smoking fucking with my heart and lungs (yeah)
They got charged and sung
I got charged and hung, bagged and slung (yeah)

I broke a heart this summer (oh, oh)
Harsh, how I done her, I'm a heartless fucker (oh)
That's why it's hard to love her (hard to love her)
I'm emotionally scared my brother

Her dad was a robber so she knows the script
Been there when shit happens, watch me blow my stick
Any man disrespect's, I'll smoke the prick
Feel safe when she's with me and she told me this (oh)

Worries every time I'm out in stolen whips (oh-oh)
See's the chopper out, phone's me quick (oh)
Please come home and chill
How the fuck do I tell her I'm on the road to kill?

About to make it off music, still rolling ill
Got intrusive thoughts girl, l know I'm ill
(I know I'm ill) I know I'm ill
I never told you what they was they give you loads of chills
But if I told you what they was they'd give me loads of pills (oh)

I need a blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous chick (oh)
Heart like Dianna, voice like Georgie Smith (oh)
'Cause never tell a girl what Jordan did
I was a torture kid as I tortured kids (yeah, I tortured kids)

Armed bags, outburst for fun (yeah)
Snatch cash in a mask and run
Trapped in slums, daft and young
Deep breathing in a car with guns (oh)
Smoking fucking with my heart and lungs (oh)
They got charged and sung
I got charged and hung, bagged and slung

I ain't been in the paper for busting lips (yeah)
Front page headline, busting clips
Ask the gang unit how many drums we lit
5-0 running in my mums with sticks
Dragged my bird outta bed, nicked my chick (oh)
Handcuffed all the way down the Swinton nick (oh)
No comment bro I never said shit
Put my city on the map, I got my city on my back

City full of mad men, grenades and mac
Rat's and slag's that will stab you in the back
Fell through the cracks, can tell you 'bout that? (Yeah)
Fucked every chick on the party scene
Seven gram lines bro, I'm Charlie Sheen (oh)
While you're sitting in the car with lean (oh)
I'll put something in your car bro, your car will lean (oh)

Like my little bro at how you mean
Send him right now and he will bark machines
Sal fords a total, there's plater's, revolvers
Kids are soldiers shooting at the order's
Fine girls and now, lame dealers and smokers

Armed bags, outburst for fun
Snatch cash in a mask and run
Trapped in slums, daft and young
Deep breathing in a car with guns
Smoking fucking with my heart and lungs
They got charged and sung
I got charged and hung, bagged and slung (bagged and slung)

Ri-right off beast, hardest in the streets