YoThey keep labelling me a rapperI ain't no rapperI'll tell you that * for free, manI'm just a product of my environment, manOne foot in, one foot outYou just hear it in the elevatorThe *, rememberIt's the old way thing, naturallyFree my life, it's free my strikersGet meDon't hold a HMPKeep the rapists, keep the snitchesWe don't need themThat wayIt's a partyThey tried to label me a rapperI don't know what that meansI never made it main stageI never been in them scenesYou would've thought my life changedA hundred million streamsBut I'm still posted on the wingJust surrounded by fiendsAnd I'm still posted in my soulRazor blade in my jeansAnd I ain't posting no girlIf she ain't only my queenIf I never went to jailWould she hold herTo the machinePeople calling me insaneBut I was stuck in my teensYoung and dumb, immatureNot the one to provokeLoaded skeng in a drawerAnother one in my coatA load of blood on the floorCause I got poked in his throatSo now I pray my the warsAnd hope my sins get revokedCause they be knocking at the doorTo say my time soon comeIf they let me out the gatesWould I still bust my gun?If they kept me in a cageWould I stay or run?But there's one that won't changeThat's why I love my mumCause I got big goals, ambitionsPlanning all these damn missionsBut I'm in a damn prisonGetting all these damn visionsVisiting all these damn prisonsAll talking bout money and hoesGot smokes on the wingChasing money from these damn kittensBig goals, ambitionsPlanning all these damn missionsBut I'm in a damn prisonGetting all these damn visionsVisiting all these damn prisonsAll talking bout money and hoesGot smokes on the wingChasing money from these damn kittensI'm really outsideIt ain't as real as it seemsLaid down in my cellI had a million dreamsAye, tell me a secretI ain't spilling your beansTried to do me for theBut I said it weren't meI put my hat down lowWhen I'm cutting through the blockHe got robbedAnd he said it weren't nothingNo, he got robbedBut it was, I got young boys sitting up in jail just becauseThey stepped outside and got gripped by the blockLife's just a question of time, 13 I built linesNo change cause the blind lead the blindPolice at my mum's door time after timeBut that's part of the game when you grind how I grindLabel me the lead role, I know what it meansSent runners to the shop, they were hitting my fiendsWent jail and got hench, I can't fit in my jeansI put a tuna in my sock and I hit him up cleanBig goals, ambitions, planning all these damn missionsBut I'm in a damn prison getting all these damn visionsVisit cool, talking about money and hoesGot smokes on the wing chasing money from these damn kittensBig goals, ambitions, planning all these damn missionsBut I'm in a damn prison getting all these damn visionsVisit cool, talking about money and hoesGot smokes on the wing chasing money from these damn kittensyou