EWKAZ & RAJW BIRWA
VERSE ONE
Been heard a lot of ish lately
"How's a Nigga from the hood supposed to be Sainted?"
Lord save me, my soul's half tainted
Lot of bloodshed left at Amie's, including Amie
It's all messed up, I wouldn't try calling their bluff
Dem Boyz got guns and stuff
But these are the people I trust, selling white and that bud
Not Me! Are you dumb?
No, I never flipped bricks, grew up with my people on hit lists
Stabbing, it ain't ketchup on your chip bitch
PC come 'round, no I do not know who did this
Ok the name's contradicted
But no way am I snitching on the people I wanna see live past 60
Another day, another chapter
Another threat aimed at your fitted
CHORUS
My friend are you a truth seeker
I'm here to reclaim souls I am the Grim Reaper
Grew up with the villains true herbal breathers
Grew up on CoD and that knockout FIFA
Grew up on Eureka! That's it
Grew up on that Capri-Sun, that one suck squeezer
Grew up on those cold nights, no heater
Understand me my nigga?
Huh, me neither
VERSE TWO
Now that you've heard about the villainy
The anarchy and tyranny of what my life's been to me
Decipher the title while I sit biting keratin
Peculiar Child, someone call Mrs. Peregrine
One stop away from my home
Where they're blowing on the -
Then beat the chest like Kong
Where the Convo's not a minute long
You should know where I'm from
WRITER
Adrian J. R. Dunkley
PRODUCER
Medda
RELEASE
1 October 2017
