Correction Lyrics Midnight On Ilford Lane by Potter Payper

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2 phones ringin', thats 3 a day
44. in my right pocket, no DNA
5 day shootin, word, I shoulda got a VMA
PP I been getting paid since EMA
I had my back against the wall, I couldn't beat my case
N' I ain't rap rich, I'm gettin legal aid
Blind eyes could look at me and see my pain
Talkin to Kevin up in heaven, look what we became
I just know along the way I lost my way
I just know that tables turn and people change
I just had to sit back for a second, just pree the game
I seen p*ssy's selling like its midnight on Ilford Lane
Meanwhile, real g's up the road, life goin' down the drain
Shit its such a f*ckin shame
Now I'm lookin' at my daughter through this picture frame
God let me go I swear I'll never sell that shit again
Who's eatin? Where? Quick, let me fix a plate
Cos rap ain't paying me back like when you tick your mate
And now I'm getting sentenced when they fix a date
Prayin for a 6-8, praying it's a little late
But its f*cked how I just outgrew this place
And I know I got that “I would never do this” face
All my goonish ways, troubled from my youthful days
Make me have to roll with a shh incase
Cah, I always gotta worry bout the payback
Some punk that i roughed up way back
You catch a stray shot, never lick a stay cat
Cause thats a dumb case, I can't rate that
The sky still grey black
Cause my schoolfriends a cat
And my dargs in a A-Cat
And real love you can't replace that
So pass the liquor, I dont chase that
Shit
In 016 i was Gucci with the face tat
In my hood, my hood, like Ray Blk
I'm something like Elvis in Graceland
A man talk more than bitches but never page man
Still growing, I ain't the same man i used to be
I'm tryna stick around and let my family get used to me
I'm on the phone like “tell the mandem build a Boothe for me”
It dont excite me g, the road ain't new to me
Jail ain't new to me
Poverty and struggle ain't new to me
Get rich or get recalled what it's due to be, truthfully
And i got this something on me like its glued to me
Certified
I dont need no young buck to shoot for me
She wana tat my name and have a yout for me
She can suck a dick and roll a zoot for me
And put this duffle bag in the boot for me
No disrespect but i can't miss these cheques
And i can't miss my daughter I f*cking hate these feds
So quick left, right, left
And we dont we do red lights
AB behind the wheel you know them feds got left
Like somewhere on Barking Road
We on the A13 just laughing loads
And with these thoughts in my head
I was in my cell sleeping in my clothes cos my windows don't close
And the drafts so cold
But at least i got cold milk
Wins and losses i embrace both
Shit I wish I had a pound for everyday i spent
Every tear i shed
Every time i bled
Banged up what's good? It's dead
Should be on stage instead
I'm in a cage instead
Should be love but its hate instead
And i done done the realest of things with the fakest friends
I been trapping so long it ain't making sense
So you better bring the butter if you're baking bread
And you better have fire if you burn this bridge
Cause even mummy knows he made his bed
When i was young i was easily led
And i never had no peace in my head
This a piece of my mind now
Tell me what you see
I see a G on the edge
All alone in the seg
I get on my prayer mat and i beg
God forgive my sins
God protect my kin
Who can i trust?
Not her, not him
God bless him if i ever got the work off him
38 spinner, 2 9's on spin
I fire colour from these phones like I'm paintballin'

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