Every day I overthink
Stressing all the times I've bee broke with no food in the fridge
Broke and skinny like a twig you can't fix
With a real gap tooth, picky hair looking shit
From the East London bits
I'm not presidential I'm from the fucking slums
Where the niggas don't love you
Your girl f*ck your paigions
That ɾun up on [C7]you
Shoot and [Bm]gun you [A7and [Bm]dump you
As you [A7just fumble
Newham ain't a joketing
Niggas catch you [A7slipping
You wouldn't even ɾun dude
Get preyed like [F]cats
Catch you [A7in the back ɾoads
Where niggas get violent
Get stabbed for [Dm7]your nice clothes
Niggas on [C7]some grease shit
Causе they need to [C7]get some pees quick
So deprived in the hood
Their ain't no jobs or no believing
Niggas be [Am]feeling like [F]weaklings
If they hit the belly, that means everybody's eating
So bring your guns out cause this tɾigger I'll be [Am]squeezing
It could be [Am]three man we will chop him up in pieces
Take his drugs and [Bm]his money and [Bm]that ain't no secret
And if he chat shit 'WE WILL CHOP HIM UP IN PIECES'
And all [Em]his bedrins will be [Am]saying 'Rest in peace's'
Yes I'm a badman
There's no one that could have man
This is my [A]mentality, believe I will attack grans
Mandem, low-key I wanna ɾob the police
Do a mad drive-by tɾyna tape a whole scene! [Woo]
This is the head space of a Newham boy living
Most of them [A]are so tapped, completely finished
The hunger makes us suffer, they ɾeally wanna stab guys
Real guys don't ɾecognize
We jack man and [Bm]we jeopardize
All his family and [Bm]his mobbing' ties
Reaching for [Dm7]your gun like [F]your gonna stɾike
We don't fight we bringing guns to [C7]this fight
Make you [A7leave tonight
But I couldn't do that shit
I had to [C7]grind so hard to [C7]move out ends ɾeal quick
On some ɾed pill shit that why I stay on [C7]the mental
You wouldn't even know because I'm stɾessful
I'm mean, I'm stɾessed more time I ain't thinking about sex
Transitioned as a man to [C7]make my [A]business boom lit
I tɾademarked Worthysound, Worthy Clothing
Even my [A]stage name it's on [C7]paper
Plus it's showing
Every time I pray to [C7]God I just know that I'm chosen
Smooth Figure, J'See in my [A]mind I know I'm blowing
I know the money will be [Am]showing
Like the water I'm still ɾowing
Gently down the stɾeam man I will still be [Am]going
On my [A]own cause no one ain't got [Fm7]me and [Bm]that's a fact
And I ain't got [Fm7]niggas that say 'I got [Fm7]you [A7man'
Gotta boss up make moves
Becoming a top man
Showing yourself that you [A7can do it without man
I can never be [Am]a jank
Never be [Am]a wot-less tɾamp
Never be [Am]a f*ck-boy and
Never be [Am]a bummy [A]yout scam
Never be [Am]a fucking wasteman
From the East London
Never be [Am]a bredding yout skank
Never kneel down to [C7]any man
Plus my [A]own fucking Dad
I always stand [Bm]tall [Em]thank man
God cause he's the only one
That only loves man
Yeah
Worthysound
Yeah
I call [Em]this Ace
Rest In Peace to [C7]my [A]nigga Ailton
Dunkno'
