A Cold Case

Wherever you go, I'll follow
I'll follow, follow you
Neo going nonstop
I'll chase the sun, I'll chase
To you, I'll follow

Should be in stu' with my engineer redoing ad-libs
No WhatsApping, I'm on Signal tryna get it patterned
Ten packets, likkle man, this ain't your tax bracket
Jim spends five on a weekday, his jaw's hanging
Pull the knife out my back and lick the blood whenever they stabbed it
Trapping, not rapping, I lied about our fine balance

Whole lot of cabbage, let two go for eight suttin'
Why the fuck we waiting on the drop? We know work coming
Up early like the postman, money's on the program
Too real to be a roadman, they'll bird me or smoke man

'Cah that's what happens to the realest maybe
Pulling up on Kim and Amy, serving cheap food like the dinner lady
It's lonely at the top and the bottom, it's just different stages
My ego's big, you do me wrong, fuck your explanation

Full on war, we went straight in, no army training
I knew my uncle was a basehead, he was still my favourite

Woke up and I made a change today
Lord knows, would I ever change my ways?
When you're hustling, man, every day's the same
Calling out for help, nobody came
'Cause you're on your own
Been through couple fires and that's pure pain
Sometimes I want to cry or rather save face
Another black yute got murdered, it's a cold case
Paramedics tried their best, but they were too late

The more my life beats, the more I abandon my relationships
I'm tryna make this shift, this whole brick will never make me rich
Maybe it could, but what's my son supposed to take from it?
This one time, he shouted, "Hello boss, he's there in eight minutes"
That shit made me sick, it's sad it never made me quit
Romford Road, I was doing drop-offs like the 86
Not just a trapper, man, I'm well-versed

Crypto and e-commerce, taking this right road ain't an easy turn
My boy got a L, he's dark, snitch, man, that feeling's worse
All them man are itching, all they're dying, coming like a curse
All my niggas did it like Egyptians, they eat the bird
He did a ten, could be home in late twenty-first
The youth offend, I'm sad to say it didn't work

Why we listening to dockworkers? They ain't did no curbs
Sorry if this trauma from my past feels uncomfortable
It's the only way I get it off my chest, I ain't one to talk

Woke up and I made a change today
Lord knows, would I ever change my ways?
When you're hustling, man, every day's the same
Calling out for help, nobody came
'Cause you're on your own
Been through couple fires and that's pure pain
Sometimes I want to cry or rather save face
Another black yute got murdered, it's a cold case
Paramedics tried their best, but they were too late