Che Lingo and Ghetts - Black Ones

Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don't see
Suffocating in my ends i just need some

The mind is a battlefield
Niggas warring with themselves
Imagine how many man it killed
I store it in my cellular
Brain powers writing stories in my cell about
Man that aren't mobile on the manor still
Send letters for the capital
To buy an extra can for Mills
All cause they got caught by the blue
With a coloured pack of pills
Injecting false money
Tryna numb how that famine feels
We already picked that cotton
I don't wanna see my fam in fields

My brudda said he'd do it for a
Chain but he's running from the shackles
I pray I never see your face on that mantle

Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don't see
Suffocating in my ends
I just need some time to breathe yeah

I just need some time to breathe
I just need some time to breathe, yeah
I just need some time to breathe
I just need some time to breathe, yeah

Pressure on the bread winner
How can the chef forget dinner?
(It get's realer)
You ain't a father if you let your kid starve
I'd rather get a 9-5 than
Be away from my kids is that £9 a week in
Jail worth taking the risk?
Well if the licks are half a milli
We be saying it is
Cause we don't plan on getting caught
So we think the plans exceptional
Now I'm in the can and my
Girlfriend won't accept the call

My brudda said he'd do it for a
Chain but he's running from the shackles
I pray I never see your face on that mantle
No

Black gloves on my hands ballie on my face
Workouts on my feet quiet in the car
The tires, them a screech
I've been thinking about that money and
It's finally in my reach
I've been thinking bout that money and
It's finally in my reach
Mike Skinner you can find me in the streets
There's no shepherd near the bush
When I'm hiding from police
There's no weapon when they look
We don't slide it under seats
They won't let me off the hook, if I'm bait
We gon' see

Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don't see
Suffocating in my ends
I just need some time to breathe

Whole mouth full of caps
Bruddas rally when I speak
Police, they got my friends
Yo them people are my g's
Opposition on my name
Now my mum don't get no sleep
And repeat, and repeat, and repeat
And repeat

Black ones on my feet
Tryna stack my coins in peace
Hide my face, profile low
Change my number every week
I got bounties on my head
I got family I don't see
Suffocating in my ends
I just need some time to breathe

If I'm honest with you
I've been having dreams
They've been flirting with me heavy
Tryna get me in my sleep
I been dodging so much corn
I'm losing weight my mum can see
Burning weed and getting caught up in
My thoughts and tryna cheat
Now she pregnant with my youth and
There's another mouth to feed
Man I don't know what to do just
Like my pagans back on street
I'm dying to put this mash down
And go and mash this p if I die
That's not a man down that's
A style on sheets if I cry
And put my hands down and
Beg for life it's weak that's police
And they just told a young
Black one to freeze gunshot

Written by:
Cane Demonte, Cheyney Ranger, Justin Samuel, Peter Tyson

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