9 Months - Hardy Caprio

Mo said he hates when I’m materialistic

When 3 years back I was nearly evicted

Past few years, I was tryna' drop bars

Pop squares, pop champs, now your boy a Popstar

Life wasn’t fair and square

Mine was unfair, bro, we went and got squares

The harshest reality is nobody cares

In my shitty old flat where there’s piss on the stairs

Nah, I’m not a role-model

Nah, I’m not a martyr

Nah, I’m not a drill youte

But I’m not Akala

I saw my first gun at 11, older brother with a Weston, little nigga with some

venom

The world don’t care 'bout a brudda like me

Until I get down another brudda like me

Man just heard donny rang it on the mains, got me lookin' at him strange,

like he doesn’t like P’s

It’s hard telling kids to me surgeon when all you see is rappers and football

that’s earning

Irony is mum was a nurse

Tryna' take care of lives, can’t take care of hers

How you got a kettle?

Limescale in your kettle

Your mums in the hood while you flex your

I never said I’m talented

Never said I’m special

But I did it all while these niggas did it little

Living in trauma

Even when I’m happy, it’s like something’s 'round the corner

Maybe, kinda', more time, sorta'

Nigga’s smoke weed and get a mental disorder

Childhood messed up, emotional torture

Fuck a fairytale, bro, I’m price and the pauper

Are you tryna' be rich or Rich Porter?

Bro, I made five-figures as a Sixth Former

God on my side, late night candles

Weight of the world pushing down on my ankles

Yeah, I went Uni

I can do like 90 degrees but is that the right angle?

When I done Best Life, life was a handful

Which little nigga wanna' hit me with his gang tool?

Automatic there like I don’t wanna' drive manual