Soon Home (In2lude) - WSTRN

I’m screaming

«Soon home in my room «A n**** took my watch

I guess I just had to do road

Truth told, I should be out there with my two bros

But I couldn’t let that n**** get away with my two tones

So I’m 'ere mashing

Got my machinery, really missing the scenery

Crazy women were preeing me

Taking pics with my heat on me

Fire’s in me but I’m firing

I’m the guy in my city, I’m on all sorts

I came from

That was me and, we were on the ting

It’s funny, they were hating all before we started caking

Tell 'em like

Thank you to the fans for writing Akelle

Big up the people who sent messages to Haile and Elz

Whoever said jail ain’t hard must be joking

Enough bruddas showed me love, on a grown ting

They think I’m coming out on a mad ting but I ain’t feeling too

Confident, jumping on stage straight from a dinner queue

Maybe it’s just all in my head, true I hit a few

Have you ever been blamed for something that you really didn’t do?

I’m done with it

Them dumb n****s, they can run with it

I’m still beating off my mash on my ones, init

I’m still eating a couple racks off of one visit

If I ain’t done the shit I say, I done my-

Na I did it

I’ve had to dish sweets outs with my mummy there

When I talk sweets man, I ain’t talking gummy bears

I ain’t really good at maths but the money’s there

Been in for a while, I still gotta do another year

I’m in the can, catch me bagging up ounces

Sitting on these n****s, never catching me crouching

Fuck top 10, I need a number one

I got robbed for my watch and I bought another one

I’m sick with it

I made a hit and made six digits

, I slid in 'em

Mad love soon as I came home

Yeah I put my hands up, I was there, yep

But them n****s, they weren’t in it

It’s like, why would you race if you know you ain’t winning?

I was live on the stage

I ride any day, but some n****s they ain’t willing

Yo, people don’t like me

I’m Gucci stepping, unruly weapon in my jeans

They got to grab it, tried me

To walk a fucking mile in my trainers, you need my feet

I been rhyming, freestyling, clean timing

I been trying

I need

But the path I’m going down right now, it’s too dark for me

Friends that don’t go to my ma’s yard and ask for me

'Bredrin', friends that can’t even send a tenner in

This is why when I try answering my phone, I just let it ring