Текст песни Before I Was Ceebo - Ceebo

Young bull with the pepper grains
Mumzy's prayin for better days
Back then he would step with his mates
Now mates all bang on the gauge for the wage
When life ain't mean sutin lethal
Before the bine started hitting my people
Before a man went and got him a ego
This was before he was ever called Ceebo
Been outside with the Gs from the Hill and the Field
South West hot manna still in the field
Live on the blocks man chill with the steel
Time don't stop man the feeling is real
Seen more than a man could take
Outside since back in the days
The reason I'm rapping this way, and it goes like

Young buck with the motor mouth
SW2 where he rolled around
Top of the towers, the one with no showers
But he's still proud of his ends he shouts
Before ride outs, sammys and nines Bang ball with Jaze, my guy
Brixton market weekly, he flies
With the marj tryna bargain on lower price
Mum fed them well, but the ends were hell
These times he's only 9
Young chris not the lonely type
He buss out a dance it'll all be fine Had less but I guess he ain't know
Cos all of his bredins was poor on his road
Uncles blazing 'dro, but they told him Stick to his books and grow
Got gassed when he got a brick phone
Big dreams, man wan live inside a big home
These times he was playin' online
He ain't know what it meant when a nigga clicked chromes
Marjae a grinder, Pops had a pipe dream
Both played different roles
Both had two hard goals, just a verse in the life of New Park Road

Fast forward, he's a bit older, world's got colder he's seen the shit
Blood on his hands, and it weren't even his
That's why the mandem would call him Bhris
Pops left, got depressed
And the ends been gettin' so violent Close friends on road been riding
Even more guys his age been dying
And his problem's multiplying
Eviction notice stuck on the fridge
Can't change much so it is what it is
No doing it lidge if you live in the bits
Carry arms cos garms cost an arm and a leg
Blud a man might catch him a homi'
Jakes on the ends, like yeah do you copy
Another day pass and they're finding bodies
14 in the concrete jungle
Just tryna live so the don keeps humble
School days if his boys had beef just peep
See Bhris tryna break up rumbles
Times hard, so he got him some armour
Fuck all the pain he would dwell on it after
Back then he was tryna get bala
By any means didn't care bout karma
Young boy he was still with the books
But would chill with crooks, dem man were the homies
But he knew they would soon turn CoDs
So more time he would chill on his lonely
Hostel in Stockwell he call home but more time he's still lost
Price to the life, is struggle and strife
But it felt like he couldn't pay that cost