(I just pray I can give them hope)
(I've got friends in jail, friends in the grave)
(Kezii)
(I'm in the wrong if I told them yes and a hypocrite if I told them no)
The young G's wanna live this life
I just pray I can give them hope
I've got friends in jail, friends in the grave
That's how this shit goes
I'm in two minds, they're asking, "Krillz"
"Should I try get rich off road?"
I'm in the wrong if I told them yes and a hypocrite if I told them no
We looked up to the OG's in the hood
They had the girls, cars and cheddar
Mum was struggling paying the rent
I had to hop off the porch like Bella
I was on the backroad up to no good
Tryna get paid, I didn't know better
I took that risk for the love of the bread
Look at me now, I'm a real trendsetter
Look at me now, I call the shots
But at what cost?
All this money and fame is cool but it don't make up for the guys I lost
Broski died in '021
Three years later, I still miss Rom
If I told you, "Don't go on that glide"
You would have been here with man on top
The young G's wanna live this life
I just pray I can give them hope
I've got friends in jail, friends in the grave
That's how this shit goes
I'm in two minds, they're asking, "Krillz"
"Should I try get rich off road?"
I'm in the wrong if I told them yes and a hypocrite if I told them no
I'm lit now but don't be fooled
I wasn't born with all this motion
It was run down council flats
And some hostels when I was homeless
There was mould all over the walls
I had to sleep with the rats and roaches
I ain't out here 'cah I wanna look cool
I'm tryna help mum so I'm getting this dough in
I'm tryna help mum, so I'm breaking the law (so I'm breaking the law)
'Cah life ain't fair
I watched her work from day till night
Thinkin' how the fuck are we still poor?
I do this shit for the people I love
I gotta stay hungry and wanting more
I ain't wasting time 'cah life's too short
The young G's wanna live this life
I just pray I can give them hope
(I've got frie-) I've got friends in jail, friends in the grave
That's how this shit goes
I'm in two minds, they're asking, "Krillz"
"Should I try get rich off road?"
I'm in the wrong if I told them yes and a hypocrite if I told them no
The young G's wanna live this life
I just pray I can give them hope
(I've got frie-) I've got friends in jail, friends in the grave
That's how this shit goes
I'm in two minds, they're asking, "Krillz"
"Should I try get rich off road?"
I'm in the wrong if I told them yes and a hypocrite if I told them no (and a hypocrite if I told them no)
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Bro, on my nigga Rom
The whole wing is saying, "Who are you?"
They're saying, "Brudda, this guy is fucking cold"
Gang, haha
Aye, I'm saying, that's my nigga bro
Come on, man
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