(You know what time it is when you hear this right) I used to live for the moments That they're livin' for the future How'd you live for the future though? When you'll never know what's even round the corner Could be here today, and gone tomorrow Life's good but time's borrowed And a plan's just a plan You have to live to make it work though What's your plan, what do you wanna do? Where'd you wanna be? What, you wanna do astronomy? What, you wanna shot a key, buy more And then shot free? You want some education, get degrees? And then what? What's you main aim in life? Someone please tell me that it's not to make money Every one just wants to sit comfy Livin lovely, with there tummys full With their wife and husband Smoking something that's potent Haziest weed from overseas Or the stinkiest cheese, and they be chillin Instead we're on the roads, riskin freedom Tryna make this fuckin shit happen regardless It's been two weeks and I still ain't been the barbers I've been runnin round tryna get it in Not spendin nothin til I see this money One, two, double triplin' Too many things that I want in life And buyin' weed every single day Definitely ain't doin me no justice I smoke the peng shit sprayed haze I don't fuck with If a's got that proper dam shit it's gettin took But more time I be smokin on that cheese that gets you fucked But look, you never know When your time's up So do what you can, while you can I've been smokin on this haze for like three days I think I need a ban Three hundred and sixty five days a year man be stoned And I ain't tryna switch it up I ain't sippin on no patron or no Henny And I ant fuckin sniffin on no lenny Just get me a bag of ammo or some lemmy And I'll be chillin while your dry sniffin on the lem Without the bevvies, do I live for today Not knowin what happens tomorrow? Or live for the future, knowin that my time's borrowed? I ain't bothered I'm a [?] soldier Got caught in the crossfire and it didn't lick me over I'm still here, so a dickhead wants to see me get crazy Told you man there babies in the game You can't step to me and if you do Better have some fuckin weaponry Because I got this gun that holds 11 And it only takes 1 to send a wasteman up to heaven So just to take the piss I'ma slap 7 From young I've been reppin Nate told me move proper with the ting So I moved proper with the ting That's me bredrin, couple man I don't chat to From past issues, but that ain't an issue Man know I just crack on regardless And I ain't talkin drug missuse The only drug I'm abusin is this big zoot Remember seein charlie when he came down to liverpool We was on the docks and now I'm standin in the big room I have to give him thanks, I rap proper like a hindu They'd be lyin if they said I wasn't somethin they were into You're due to see me, I won't say on TV But you're due to see me movin freely Tryna get this fuckin industry PG So I don't have to bag this cheese weed And send me mate to go and see will with 3 B's Nah, just CDs Take it old school like Riggs and Shifty Shift the mixtapes on road Tryna get somethin back from what I flow Cause man know I flow the coldest And I'm only 22 I'm not the oldest Know who I'm involved with 3.5 Revolvers when we're on the roads kid And now it's what like £400 minimum a show That's 2 Oz of crow I can't wait to get this p Proper p, so I can buy some property And buy me mum a big house I know the road's long but I ain't stoppin for nothin I'm set to get this guopin If the music don't work it's OT to get it poppin It's nothin, charlie Ay! Man like Aystar in the easy fam! Huh, round 1 you ain't playin no games cus Know what it is, you get me charlie I see you bruv Niceone I see you out here Cause! Mad, mad, mad Yo, big up altar on this one Listen, yo, I'm hard bodied like a frozen corpse Look, this 4.5's holdin 4 because I popped the other 5 off Just testin the shells Makin sure it's not a bore Left holes in the wall But that's one box ticked Plus it felt like a horse when it kicked It didn't even stick That's three boxes ticked Shit didn't blow up it's blessed now I'm happy with it The nike man bag I rock the maggie with it The 4.5 don't fit in the man bag The stem that got jacked off the rats that's a grandad It's older than your pops But it sprays when it pops It's from second world war How's it evaded the cops? Little niggas comin up Don't know about the days 10 man on the ends 3 tings ready to spray Plod come we run 10 different ways How they gonna determine who's got the heat? It's like a gamble Cause catchin us on the estate, it's a shambles Cause we grew up playin tic and man hunt So we know every garden, every alley, every cut-through What garden leads to where and where to stash the ting So fuck it was nothin, but now it's all about shottin Get that guopin, cause you don't wanna be layin in that And cause you're weak you hit the floor Now you're coughin up mud Huh, when I got shot I stayed stood Hopped out the whip started lookin for some blood I couldn't see none, seen a big slug in me rib And thought, the little tit, how'd you miss And hit the kid that you once used to chill with? Remember when we used to spit? Haha, niggas make me laugh You man are backwards That's the hood for you charlie Man are back stabbers The same man you grew up with You'll end up tryna shoot, kid I've been on me call of duty shit In the bush I had to stoop, kid Waitin to pop out, 10 slugs waitin to pop out First thing in the mornin like a dirty stop-out I've been [?] out on a KX with some latex in me back pocket Just incase I have to straight back off it and spray vex Astras or minis or whatever man are in I've been runnin round barekely with the ting ready to spin it Done, made man grab the wheel of his car and spin it Due to me hoppin out with somethin big an lickin it An now I'm on this music ting killin it For liverpool, I've been spittin since I was in little school I've always been into music That's why the flow's so perfected An all the real g's are straight connected When they hear the flow I'm like some big L resurrected But even better cause I'm not him I'm just me, a y s t a r An I ain't free, follow me On insta and see what's poppin I'm bout to set this rap ting like this rappers ain't on nothin When it comes to flow switchin I just do it for the real G's who still relate Still whippin in the kitchen Servin fiends, chip switchin, takin chase Whip ditchin, active with the maggie or the smithin I just do it for the niggas that relate listen I bet they thought that I was gonna go missin When I was just a little kid spittin with the smithin An now I'm on 1 extra with the man himself charlie sloth Fire in the booth, that's what it is, not what it isn't Scouse boys, we're on stuff, these niggas ain't on nothin They go OT for months and come back with nothin You'll give then an O on tic and come back with nothin Nigga why the fuck you talkin like you're shottin? That's why I ain't got time, I'm out tryina get mine Got 2 on the line, got studio at 5, got a show and half 7 and a date at half 9 Pf, trapped in this life of crime I'm tryna switch it though Start movin legit This money's from a show constable so mind your business I'm with some big man talkin business About to put 'pool on the map And I'm nowhere near finished Charlie Wow, man like Aystar! What, you're so comfortable with it aswel fam! Comfortable! what about spittin all over the mic an everythin Ay! Mad Shall we get them again? Get em again let's go let's go It was a mad ting, had a lot of shit goin on But now I'm back with the magic Scouse matic, go an cop the mixtape Make the fans fixate The flows are a pisstake, not one of them's a mistake I'm reppin for me city cause it's slackin for rappers Cause most the real cats can't rap, they're just trappers Yeah most the real cats can't rap, they're some clappers Some real aggy kids, put the wap to your nappers Me niggas are on ends daily Phone's ringin BBM's pingin Every one of us are slingin Brothers thinkin that there bad until you're lettin off that wap 5 times in the street now every one of them are singin I got shot in me back by man I used to roll with Had me on the ends for revenge with revolvers Nigga I told youse, give a fuck about the olders They're some shoot an miss an hit the wrong kid, they ain't no soldiers Where's the love gone? where's the respect? The whole ends went to fuck that year, it was a mess It's never been the same since too many rats got exposed And now noone can't trust noone for shit But the team stayed strong, yeah we stayed active So we don't need them scumbags we get our own MAC's Kid if it wasn't for me niggas lettin off that fuckin mac in that flymm, niggas would've been still thinkin they're grim But no you're not grim, grim touches skin Got a couple white kids that will put you in the bin With [?] chop the [?] 's or pipe down with your hype talk M charge or [?] leave you outlined in white chalk When we roll out, whole squad will club We'll split into groups, if it goes off you're fucked Garry denim's got me [?] soon as he passes it you're jucked Josh's mates got the 32 tucked Mad ting, sad ting, if you violate the team Got some weapons with some beams We'll leave a hole in your windscreen I remember runnin round with 1 sweet in the thing thinkin Hope he ain't got a full clip when I buck him Remember, we never even had a pot to piss in Now we'll hit the club an spend a months wage on what we're sippin Shut down the ting and then we're chippin Home to bed an then the next day we hit the strip An get it kickin, we about them pounds, that daily income There's been a couple times I've had to eat man like dinsome I've never been dumb, the ting's always local One phone call I'll have the flymm singin like some vocals I just play with these flows to make words fit I just play with these hoes I'm a word smith Bitches can't hack me, they say I make them mad But it's cause I make them [?] they don't want me sharin that, haha The magic fingers, the magic stick, bitches too greedy Best you smoke a backwards spliff or have a drink or somethin Comin round actin all sick, you're meant to be a woman Now you're stuntin like some [?] act your age And lads act your wage, don't be buyin 5 ton creps when that's all you've saved Don't be gettin waved with like a score in your pocket An if you make a flip don't be spendin all your profit Charlie sloth Oh my gosh Fire in the booth, you know what it is, you get me, bam Man like Aystar you know!