They Don't Understand - P Money, Little Dee

My friends say it’s getting nuts

And I should go

But I can see you causing trouble

Even on the roads

They look at me weird

'Cause they don’t understand

That even though the road’s changed

It’s still my own

Uh, look

I didn’t choose to go on the grind

I was naturally born as a money getter

Money came first but the mic was always

In my eyes, getting a job

Was a pain in the sides

You won’t believe how many times I applied

They say sign on and I laugh

'Cause ninety pound every two weeks

Won’t help me survive

«What you mean it won’t help you survive?»

Here’s an example: forty pound

On a top, fifty pound on creps

That ninety pound done in a sec

That’s hopeless alie

I had a screw face, roughed up hoodie

Small telly and I picked up food on the sly

Now I got a large smile, double size bed

Plasma and a wardrobe, healthy alie

Now I can blend with the wealthiest guys

My life’s a sin but look what I made with it

See you won’t understand

All of the guys on road can hear

What I’m saying innit?

I’m at home here, there ain’t no changing it

We’re ghetto yutes and we ain’t ashamed of it

Going proud to look at the stars

Above South East London and see our names on it

My friends say it’s getting nuts

And I should go (and I should go)

But I can see you causing trouble

Even on the roads

They look at me weird

'Cause they don’t understand

That even though the road’s changed

It’s still my own

My friends say it’s getting nuts

And I should go (and I should go)

But I can see you causing trouble

Even on the roads

They look at me weird

'Cause they don’t understand

That even though the road’s changed (ayy, look)

It’s still my own

Look, I’m getting phone calls every day

Like «you need to get out anyway»

They’re like «please understand

The laws you break you won’t get NFA»

Well I can’t survive and help

My mum’s sofas won’t buy themselves

Think I don’t get tired of scales?

Think I like rolling by myself?

And when everyone’s waving I’m not

'Cause I feel like I can’t miss one shot

I’ve got too many friends in one box

And I feel like I’m next 'cause I’m hot

And believe it or not, there’s never

Too many eating on one block

I smoke too much weed, my lungs blocked

Around too much geeze and gunshots

There comes cops

Another kid on the floor

Another mum’s loss, another nine-night

Another parent can’t get their mind right

I hope mine’s right, but girls like foofily

Nowadays they just move in with me

Well if mum’s still dead

Then I’m still dead

It ain’t how it used to be

My friends say it’s getting nuts

And I should go (and I should go)

But I can see you causing trouble

Even on the roads

They look at me weird

'Cause they don’t understand

That even though the road’s changed

It’s still my own

My friends say it’s getting nuts

And I should go (and I should go)

But I can see you causing trouble

Even on the roads

They look at me weird

'Cause they don’t understand

That even though the road’s changed

It’s still my own

And I should go

Even on the roads

Understand

It’s still my own

It’s still my own

It’s still my own

It’s still my own