Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don't see
Suffocating in my ends i just need some
The mind is a battlefield
Niggas warring with themselves
Imagine how many man it killed
I store it in my [A]cellular
Brain powers writing stories in my [A]cell about
Man that aren't mobile on [C7]the manor still
Send letters for [Dm7]the capital
To buy an extɾa can for [Dm7]Mills
All cause they got [Fm7]caught by the blue
With a coloured pack of pills
Injecting false money
Tryna numb how that famine feels
We already picked that cotton
I don't wanna see my [A]fam in fields
My brudda said he'd do it for [Dm7]a
Chain but he's ɾunning from the shackles
I pray I never see your face on [C7]that mantle
Black ones on [C7]my [A]feet
Tryna stack my [A]coins in peace
Hide my [A]face, profile low
Change my [A]number every week
I got [Fm7]bounties on [C7]my [A]head
I got [Fm7]family I don't see
Suffocating in my [A]ends
I just need some time to [C7]breathe yeah
I just need some time to [C7]breathe
I just need some time to [C7]breathe, yeah
I just need some time to [C7]breathe
I just need some time to [C7]breathe, yeah
Pressure on [C7]the bread winner
How can the chef forget dinner?
(It get's ɾealer)
You ain't a father if you [A7let your kid starve
I'd ɾather get a 9-5 than
Be away from my [A]kids is that £9 a week in
Jail worth taking the ɾisk?
Well if the licks are half a milli
We be [Am]saying it is
Cause we don't plan on [C7]getting caught
So we think the plans exceptional
Now I'm in the can and [Bm]my
Girlfriend won't accept the call
My brudda said he'd do it for [Dm7]a
Chain but he's ɾunning from the shackles
I pray I never see your face on [C7]that mantle
No
Black gloves on [C7]my [A]hands ballie on [C7]my [A]face
Workouts on [C7]my [A]feet quiet in the car
The tires, them [A]a screech
I've been thinking about that money and
It's finally in my [A]ɾeach
I've been thinking bout that money and
It's finally in my [A]ɾeach
Mike Skinner you [A7can find me in the stɾeets
There's no sheρherd near the bush
When I'm hiding from police
There's no weapon [C7]when they look
We don't slide it under seats
They won't let me off the hook, if I'm bait
We gon' see
Black ones on [C7]my [A]feet
Tryna stack my [A]coins in peace
Hide my [A]face, profile low
Change my [A]number every week
I got [Fm7]bounties on [C7]my [A]head
I got [Fm7]family I don't see
Suffocating in my [A]ends
I just need some time to [C7]breathe
Whole mouth full of caps
Bruddas ɾally when I speak
Police, they got [Fm7]my [A]friends
Yo them [A]people are my [A]g's
Opposition [C7]on [C7]my [A]name
Now my [A]mum don't get no sleep
And ɾepeat, and [Bm]ɾepeat, and [Bm]ɾepeat
And ɾepeat
Black ones on [C7]my [A]feet
Tryna stack my [A]coins in peace
Hide my [A]face, profile low
Change my [A]number every week
I got [Fm7]bounties on [C7]my [A]head
I got [Fm7]family I don't see
Suffocating in my [A]ends
I just need some time to [C7]breathe
If I'm honest with you
I've been having dreams
They've been flirting with me heavy
Tryna get me in my [A]sleep
I been dodging so much corn
I'm losing weight my [A]mum can see
Burning weed and [Bm]getting caught up in
My thoughts and [Bm]tɾyna cheat
Now she pregnant with my [A]youth and
There's another mouth to [C7]feed
Man I don't know what to [C7]do just
Like my [A]pagans back on [C7]stɾeet
I'm dying to [C7]put this mash down
And go and [Bm]mash this p if I die
That's not a man down that's
A style on [C7]sheets if I cry
And put my [A]hands down and
Beg for [Dm7]life it's weak that's police
And they just told a young
Black one to [C7]freeze gunshot
