STUCK IN THE MUD

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(You Know Harlz Made It)

Let me tell them about ends
We was all eastern district
Living in trenches
Run ever time that we seen reflective
Tryna dodge tax cuz this shits expensive
Nobody ever asked me if my mental healths ever been affected?
Learnt to survive cuz that's what's expected
Tick come late then we breaking entries
(Bang bang)
I remember rock stars tryna peak through fences
Never know what to expect
Fed's been about, get a stop and search
And we was no strangers to routine checks
Undercover now man call them Undies
Back then we used to call them SID
That's C.I.D if you don't know that
I remember getting chased down as a kid
Ask me for my name I don't know who I am?
Ask for my address I don't know where I live?
Copper and lead in abandoned buildings
Easy raise when the thing gets stripped
Cash in hand we was ringing up mush
Kuz them man get a better price at the tip
And we've seen every trick so we can't be scammed
Always had a marker for the counterfeit
Seen struggle and grief all up in these streets
But bro said that I can't show remorse
Kuz the money come right for grind of course so
Hold it down cuz it's all for the cause
I knew about the teef in the ends
That will leave you with nothing but your laminate floors
Tryna survive, can't abide by laws
Can't get it by luck, gotta get it by force

Trust me it ain't nothing like they try to portray
I was stuck in my ways
What the f*ck can they say?
Reminiscing bout the times back then
Cuz true say lately I'm feeling my age
Why the hell would I wanna be a trap star
F*ck that i'd rather be a star on stage
But if you wanna take man for a fool
Then it's cool
There's a time and place

OK let me spin it
I weren't about this music thing for a minute
I was going to live life innit
I had the whole thing weighed to the digit
Yeah You get the point
It was all points
No snitching I ain't gunna talk and point
It was all points
They want to score not score in points
I remember rock stars putting coke in joints
I remember these nittys tryna pay with coins
Swear I'd go mad if they knocked on my door
I remember Feds tryna drag me to the floor
Government couldn't give a f*ck about us
I remember it was chaos in Thatchwell Court
We had to learn how to hustle ourselves
Cuz mums paying bills that she can't afford
I remember I used to roll with a cosh
Cuz man got jealous and moves got watched
And I know every dogs gotta have there day
And ever risk that you take must come with a cost
I ain't stupid bruv
From the bits where man get knabbed at the back of the shop
And couldn't give a toss about who you was
No "excuse me" tell a guy move you mug
This life be crazy
It will spit you out when it chews you up
I was growing up not know who to trust
I was never guaranteed what my future was
Thank god that I've still got sanity
It's not like I didn't lose enough
So god forgive me if I loose the plot
Bro you don't know what this music does

Trust me it ain't nothing like they try to portray
I was stuck in my ways
What the f*ck can they say?
Reminiscing bout the times back then
Cuz lately Ive been feeling my age
Why the hell would I wanna be a trap star
F*ck that I'd rather be a star on stage
But if you wanna take man for a fool
Then it's cool
There's a time and place

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