My Life - Izzie Gibbs, Prynce Mini, Big Narstie

I feel it everyday

No wind and none of the pain

Like the pain when me come through

I wish I could escape

My grind’s the only gate

'Pon this, you know I tell you straight

My life ah na basic ting

My life story does not start with basically

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Give my love for this to turn out road

Yeah

My life

How can I tell, Prince they just on sales

Lord knows I wasn’t living so well

I was sticking thingies on scales

Just a kid that had risen in Hell

On the road still licking them cells

I can’t have my mom visiting jail

I already know what it’s like, I got brothers sick of themselves

Yeah

Hopped inna the field and then they caught him

Black mask, he didn’t get a warning

Now I’m on touring

When I’m in stu, it’s beats, I put my all in

Late night shows, then I’m back on my grind when it’s the morning

You don’t know what it’s like

Seeing your mumsie cry cause she can’t afford shit

Fam, it’s torturing

I’ve been giving the jitsu

But the Devil’s got me sitting in shit too

Me and my mum were pissed, living off tinned food

But a smart yute still can’t get rid of this

Black mask, can’t figure the issue

Thinking in the past I was living on shit food

Now talking to my dawg like «Nigga, it’s issued»

Sitting behind boys who are living the issue

Yeah I’ve been used

You can’t understand the pain that I’ve been through

Seeing Dad beat up Mum and there’s nothing that I could do

I was just a kid who was living in a mess, and my mom was easily giving into

stress

So for now I gotta make sure her life is bless

Real shit

Can barely find words to explain

I feel it everyday

No wind and none of the pain

Like the pain when I come through

I wish I could escape

My grind’s the only gate

'Pon this, you know I tell you straight

My life ah na basic ting

My life story does not start with basically

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Give my love for this to turn out road

BDL

Nastiness

Came through a nasty life with a nasty past

Spent time listening to God because I couldn’t get out of the nasty yard

For anything over a bag

That will get nasty darg

You guys are Division 1's, my guys are Barclaycard

Crack the 45 for my dargy darg, hearty heart

Making more noise than Mardi Gras

Beef involves your auntie’s car, with your and hearty heart

Nasty and double

I came through the ground like Yeez

Trust, when you don’t want trouble

N double’s got armour, we bring the drama

Trim your head with a Glock like a barber

Really had a father

Family affair and messed up drama

But I cop Burberry and I cop Prada

Man can’t tell me nada, I move this biz' like a martyr

Come to your house, lick down everything in sight

Who’s that president?

Umbumbata

Welcome to Brixton

The home of the G’s in Gaza

When man put food in a pot

Wibbling what?

Wibbling what, til it’s hard in water

Grown man of the house

Ain’t got no time for cat and mouse

Raising themselves, like their fathers

Can barely find words to explain

I feel it everyday

No wind and none of the pain

Like the pain when I come through

I wish I could escape

My grind’s the only gate

'Pon this, you know I tell you straight

My life ah na basic ting

My life story does not start with basically

Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah

Give my love for this to turn out road