Lyrics Life of Mine - Potter Payper

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It's that real G shit
It's that bill up the fattest spliff
And reminisce with me shit
Aye, Potter Payper, walk us through the 'ting

Old before my time, road before my rhyme
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little life of mine
Road before my rhyme, old before my time
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little life of mine
Old before my time, road before my rhyme
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little life of mine
Road before my rhyme, old before my time
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little lifе of mine

Some recklеss little fuckers from the noughties
Riding round in chordeys, drinking liquor like we Geordies
Before I told 'em "take me in", nanny tried support me
Tried take me in
Older brothers caught me, tried break me in
Had me out for days on end, I never thought them days would end
Shit I done seen my friends turn snake and seen my mates pretend
I was rocking Primark, couldn't even get no H&M
Shit, daddy's gone and mum ain't never been the same again
There weren't no food up in my house, we couldn't pay the rent
Mummy said "you made your bed"
Truth I never made my bed
Drop where I lay my head, all I knew was pain from then
Caught up in the cycle, how that system really made us men
And I ain't living there but nanny's held a raid again
She getting older, she's stressing
I told her save her strength
This lifestyle crazy tense and I ain't 'tryna play the bench
Shit

Old before my time, road before my rhyme
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little life of mine
Road before my rhyme, old before my time
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little life of mine

I'm 'tryna get it then what else?
I'm up and down, I'm hitting sales
I take that change, I take that short
I'm Tesco, every little helps
I was up all night to get some, call me Franky not Pharrell
I've been in and out of prison, mummy feeling like she failed
I did my twenty-first in Aylesbury
Eighteen down the block in Felts
I turned sweet sixteen in Warren Hill, imagine how I felt
But now they feel me like I'm Braille
Picture little white Jamal, hanging pictures in my cell
I never had a pot to piss in, now I'm pissing on the world
Probably tipsy with my girl, got her stripping to Miguel
'Member I was living Hell
Bare fuckery and betrayal
Losing people ain't what does you, it's the living with yourself

Road before my rhyme, old before my time
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little life of mine
Road before my rhyme, old before my time
I could've ghost a thousand times in this little life of mine