Ready To Die -

The next time you are frightened in the dark

Don’t, don’t scream

This ain’t a game, you ain’t a player

No escaping this, say a prayer

You’re acting like, like you’re ready to die

When you’re just living a lie

This ain’t a game, you ain’t a player

No escaping this, say a prayer

You’re acting like, like you’re ready to die

When you’re just living a lie

Yo, you make them real g’s laugh at your act

Talking 'bout «pass me the gat», you barmy you twat?

Life & Death and Krafty is back, you been starving for that

Real rap like polypropylene straps

Must’ve been smoking the crack to have your dopamine jacked

You’re nobody and locally they know you haven’t spoken the facts

You couldn’t cope with attacks

Already spineless, that’s why they haven’t broken your back

Your life’s moving at a fast pace

Got a 0.6 and all of a sudden you’re Scarface

It’s BS, you get parred

Only time you put in work in the streets is with your CSCS card

Live by the gun, die by the gun

But you ain’t got the balls to buy one, so you’ll be fine, son

You got your head in the sky

Come on, even Biggie Smalls weren’t ready to die

This ain’t a game, you ain’t a player

No escaping this, say a prayer

You’re acting like, like you’re ready to die

When you’re just living a lie

This ain’t a game, you ain’t a player

No escaping this, say a prayer

You’re acting like, like you’re ready to die

When you’re just living a lie

I ain’t preaching, let me be clearing the air

I’m just talking 'bout the feared and the scared

You ain’t even nearly aware

Making the death threat like you’re scaring the hearing impaired

It’s a slippery path, they’ll have a grip on your arse

You’re taking a gamble but you need to be flipping the cards

In prison, they won’t back down, you know that thing

No slacking, get out and get thrown back in

You ever seen the movie Scum?

That shit moved me, son

And it ain’t really that hard for it to be done

You’re walking round like you wanna do someone

Like you got something to prove to someone

While you’re at home, rocking to Bone Thugs

Landlords are dying from getting shot in their own pub

You’re spoke about a lot, rarely without your dog

Mouthing off, like a fake Al Capone with an alcopop

This ain’t a game, you ain’t a player

No escaping this, say a prayer

You’re acting like, like you’re ready to die

When you’re just living a lie

This ain’t a game, you ain’t a player

No escaping this, say a prayer

You’re acting like, like you’re ready to die

When you’re just living a lie

They’re coming, they’re, they’re coming

They’re coming, they’re, they’re, they’re coming

No, no, no escaping this

They’re coming, they’re, they’re, they’re coming

No, no, no escaping this

They’re coming, they’re, they’re, they’re coming

No escaping this

They’re coming, they’re, they’re, they’re coming

No, no, no escaping this