Nino SLG - L.S.O.M

Right

Danger
I was playing with flames in my palms
For the pay and the garms, put trust in a stranger
Both black eyes on the ps, had the bankrolls stashed, and the risk grew greater
It’s funny I was dishing out trees, now I’m running with jeans that are filling with paper
Gonna be gunning for your shorty, shortly,
Surely.
Used to reside in Morley’s.
Rentals, skurred in an all black track with J, we were cutting through lanes like Tory
They don’t wanna war me
I talk facts but they don’t wanna hear my stories
And everybody putting me down like am I gonna feel my glory?
Only God knows how I leaped and escaped this madness
ATMs, didn’t leave back no crumbs, I was tryna mash work on a Nat-west
Feelings, lost it, looking so heartless damn, I was seeming clueless
Burned out but I made it, took more twists and turns than a cube from Rubix

Doubts and flaws, that the world might judge, these scars can’t heal with plasters
Could’ve been right there with the olders
Sorry but I couldn’t let go of no chances
Reckless ventures, I was accepting tension
There was no erasing past
Teachers, tutors, keep it moving, hope for the near, tryna make it last

The London State of Mind
These crime rates high
Everyone’s mouth just filled with lies
Veterans hate, when I needed help
They didn’t want to hear out my cries
Night get worse when the years go on
They don’t wanna just let you shine
This that London State of Mind


Patience
Stains and thieves Tryna make us bleed
Over respect from that gs who are wasted
Look Mummy I’m gonna be the greatest
Now I’m ridden of a fate Thats tainted
Heart still gated
I can never open up to a chick who’s in it for the payment
Going through phases
Feeling outdated
If I was face to face with God what would I say
Would I question his works, reveal myself, God knows I’m stuck in my ways
Suns gone, guns out, looking for a bussdown
Can’t trust, can’t run out of luck now
Upset, I was sitting with the wrong crowd
Somebody told me every minute does count

Who’s that guy with the braids and the bars, and the elegant flows, oh yeah that’s me
You ain’t ever seen no kids like us, I was carrying shapes in the school canteen
Late night hurting, thinking back bout all of the times I was swinging in vain
Didn’t even know I was back then, now’s different, I’m tryna make a killing in the game
Neighbours watched with the windows down
All gucci, they could never stop this grind
And I know I lost peers from the things I fear, but I’m hustling day till night
It’s real man mummy’s got debts
Real when I’m getting those texts
They all know I’m up next
Gets real tryna gather those checks
When your heart dies out
Gets real tryna cover that rent
And they didn’t wanna feed me cool.

The London State of Mind
Crime rates high, there’s money to be made
There’s mouths just filled with lies
Veterans hate, when I needed help
They didn’t want to hear my cries
They’ll set up for the pound or a girl
They don’t want to let you shine
And the nights get worse when the years go on
The London State of Mind

Written by:
KYLE ETHAN EVANS, NATHAN BEL'ONTON MOTINDO

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