Nineteen, I got my freedom, oh, what a feeling Rely on yourself, no-one's there when you need them Used to be my brother, was like Andrew and Tristan But then that money came round and it turnt niggas different Intel said I was pebbling I had the feds in my premises Turnt batina's yard in medin Came up in a mad place Professor in the T with no accolades Hit the grub with the hammer, make the slab break Life weren't the easiest, I got experience I could never fake beef, take it serious No games, bullets flew past my face No food in your belly, you don't know how that taste Gotta get them first, 'cause they might try do me No unity, it's frying in my community I worked the streets all night, couldn't sleep early They couldn't walk a day in these B30s, uh F the glitz and glamour Circle your ends like Jammer Shot at feds like Stana We don't do it for camera Gotta be some light at the end of tunnel From young, I been trouble, I seen too much struggle Conversating with my chick through pics and letters Where you been through the worse, it could only get better But on that bright side, what a time to be alive Half a M for Distro and I own all my rights I pray towards the Kaba I'm muslim akh, I gotta forgive my father Years, I wouldn't speak to you You weren't there, mummy needed you You don't know what we been through