One live, live it well Does that ring a bell? .38 in my Nike pouch, let it ring a bell Flipping hell, remember a couple nights I was living Hell I know this life can be a bitch but I don’t kiss and tell See my brudda’s kid, that’s my kid as well Flipping hell man, I’m sick of cells like sickle cell When you’re bagging up, put the coke on a different scale That corn won’t fit in the twelve, you need a bigger shell My brudda’s cooking beef then I take part Opps came, caught a brudda slipping but he ain’t ours Home of the brave hearts , bro got down a pagan Came back to the ends, was still jugging from the same car I don’t take chance, cutting from the jakes fast I caught an opp in Ramadan, I had to break fast We’ve got something for emergencies And trust me brudda we ain’t gotta break glass You’ve gotta ask if you aren’t sure Blessed with a son from Allah, can’t ask more I ain’t perfect but my heart’s pure Told my brudda “Shoot for the moon You’ll hit the stars if you can’t score” Mind what you wish cah you get what you ask for And I ain’t got a wish, just a pain that you can’t cure Heart broke as a younger, that’s why my heart’s sore Drink till I can’t see you straight and I can’t pour I guess it’s too bad when you’re too bad I went to war, two fours, me and two man Didn’t have a four-door, squashed up in the coupe cramped Hit a lick off ends, didn’t know the route back We was too gassed, we was too gang On the same day, me and Heat licking two banks We was too gang, we was too gassed Hus came to school with the burner in his school bag So what’s life without a bit of a pain? Feds come, lick the door down, not this shit again Same shit different day, same book different page One life live it well, brudda we don’t live again So be picky when you pick a wife If my bruddas beef I won’t pick a side Gunshots in the air, you hear that ring go by? This is what it sounds like when sinners cry Listen I know how this song goes, heard it a million times One slip one slide, one lives one dies But two mums cry, you see the pain in the mum’s eyes Both of them the same, they just wanted to see their son shine Life in the fast lane, ran it with every breath Right your wrongs or own them, got it tatted, it’s in my flesh Been in situations, if I panicked I would be dead That’s why I’ve gotta check that I have it before I step