CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : In My Genes
My mum's Irish, my dad's Algerian, I've got terrorism all in my genes
I came up on a block where you rob a cell or a rock
So they had me in a box for the whole of my teens
I didn't wanna be nothing, all I wanted was P's
Had to chill with some G's, living hundred degrees
Round here winters are hot and the summer's just breeze
Early morning and she's clucking for B
Ain't no crumpets and tea, I'll tell you something for free
The streets don't love you, the streets don't love me
I don't cry, I can't weep, I can't lie, I can't sleep
Certain times if I deep it, I smoke about three spliffs
Thinking bout this thirty, I don't need this
Who's gonna be there for my children when I'm gone?
And it's a cold dirty world, I bet sh*t just carries on
I need to be there for my sis, man the list just carries on
Hood life, new day, same sh*t
Same beef, same dons, same strip
f**k boof G, I've gotta weigh this
f**k lacking G, I don't play this
Who the f**k leaves a bagger with a brick?
Type of n***a leaves his money with a b*t*h
I'm on the M-way banging Muni with my b*t*h
I'm running sh*t and all they run is legs and lips
I've got goons that don't rap
Every week they're dropping sh*t out here
You get wrapped up, it's blitz out here
You're a big man yeah? Let me see him on the main
Imma wig man there, I bet the gyaldem miss man bare
Broke for one two years, not for the next twenty-eight
We be some old school brehs
Yeah I used to sell crack and go school there
Mummy raised no fool here
I came up on a block where you rob a cell or a rock
So they had me in a box for the whole of my teens
I didn't wanna be nothing, all I wanted was P's
Had to chill with some G's, living hundred degrees
Round here winters are hot and the summer's just breeze
Early morning and she's clucking for B
Ain't no crumpets and tea, I'll tell you something for free
The streets don't love you, the streets don't love me
I don't cry, I can't weep, I can't lie, I can't sleep
Certain times if I deep it, I smoke about three spliffs
Thinking bout this thirty, I don't need this
Who's gonna be there for my children when I'm gone?
And it's a cold dirty world, I bet sh*t just carries on
I need to be there for my sis, man the list just carries on
Hood life, new day, same sh*t
Same beef, same dons, same strip
f**k boof G, I've gotta weigh this
f**k lacking G, I don't play this
Who the f**k leaves a bagger with a brick?
Type of n***a leaves his money with a b*t*h
I'm on the M-way banging Muni with my b*t*h
I'm running sh*t and all they run is legs and lips
I've got goons that don't rap
Every week they're dropping sh*t out here
You get wrapped up, it's blitz out here
You're a big man yeah? Let me see him on the main
Imma wig man there, I bet the gyaldem miss man bare
Broke for one two years, not for the next twenty-eight
We be some old school brehs
Yeah I used to sell crack and go school there
Mummy raised no fool here
