How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
Grown man in the streets lookin at some young teen boy, and say he's a opp
Only reason they call him a opp is cos he grew up on a different block
Talk about pull up and bang it, bury the hatchet, blow man's face right off
Bare yutes out ere gettin shot not realising they're in the same spot
Like, London is London, all of you man had shit circumstances
All of you think your different, lookin through blinded glasses
But I guess who am I to talk, it ain't like I'm better than you, no narcissist
It's cool, have your opinion, just hear out mine is all that I'm asking
You lot are causing beef that's killing off kids over postcodes
Pullin up with big tings, bangin em leavin the opps with no nose
Hip hop's always had gang talk, none of it's really too new, fam I know know
But you're getting these yungers involved in beefs over no-no's
I f*ck with grind though, bare man are pumpin out bangers like daily
And it's good that you're using the music to get yourselves through all the pain g
I know some of you man prolly saw some things that no kid should see real young
Deaths and killings around you, some of dem memories must have stung
But if you keep doing all of the shit that's around you, it causes a cycle
Like, I ain't no expert, but from my experience, that's just how life goes
I respect your background, do any of you man respect mine though?
Out ere I'm a foreigner, don't know if I can even call this place my home
Juggin and trappin, juggin and trappin, parent addicts
Dip, splash, ching, queff, shank em, nank em, opps get damaged
Move bare rocks, mash bare work, typical roadman hobbies
Ash on floor, blood on the streets of London, children's bodies
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
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How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
Grown man in the streets lookin at some young teen boy, and say he's a opp
Only reason they call him a opp is cos he grew up on a different block
Talk about pull up and bang it, bury the hatchet, blow man's face right off
Bare yutes out ere gettin shot not realising they're in the same spot
Like, London is London, all of you man had shit circumstances
All of you think your different, lookin through blinded glasses
But I guess who am I to talk, it ain't like I'm better than you, no narcissist
It's cool, have your opinion, just hear out mine is all that I'm asking
You lot are causing beef that's killing off kids over postcodes
Pullin up with big tings, bangin em leavin the opps with no nose
Hip hop's always had gang talk, none of it's really too new, fam I know know
But you're getting these yungers involved in beefs over no-no's
I f*ck with grind though, bare man are pumpin out bangers like daily
And it's good that you're using the music to get yourselves through all the pain g
I know some of you man prolly saw some things that no kid should see real young
Deaths and killings around you, some of dem memories must have stung
But if you keep doing all of the shit that's around you, it causes a cycle
Like, I ain't no expert, but from my experience, that's just how life goes
I respect your background, do any of you man respect mine though?
Out ere I'm a foreigner, don't know if I can even call this place my home
Juggin and trappin, juggin and trappin, parent addicts
Dip, splash, ching, queff, shank em, nank em, opps get damaged
Move bare rocks, mash bare work, typical roadman hobbies
Ash on floor, blood on the streets of London, children's bodies
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
Grown man in the streets lookin at some young teen boy, and say he's a opp
Only reason they call him a opp is cos he grew up on a different block
Talk about pull up and bang it, bury the hatchet, blow man's face right off
Bare yutes out ere gettin shot not realising they're in the same spot
Like, London is London, all of you man had shit circumstances
All of you think your different, lookin through blinded glasses
But I guess who am I to talk, it ain't like I'm better than you, no narcissist
It's cool, have your opinion, just hear out mine is all that I'm asking
You lot are causing beef that's killing off kids over postcodes
Pullin up with big tings, bangin em leavin the opps with no nose
Hip hop's always had gang talk, none of it's really too new, fam I know know
But you're getting these yungers involved in beefs over no-no's
I f*ck with grind though, bare man are pumpin out bangers like daily
And it's good that you're using the music to get yourselves through all the pain g
I know some of you man prolly saw some things that no kid should see real young
Deaths and killings around you, some of dem memories must have stung
But if you keep doing all of the shit that's around you, it causes a cycle
Like, I ain't no expert, but from my experience, that's just how life goes
I respect your background, do any of you man respect mine though?
Out ere I'm a foreigner, don't know if I can even call this place my home
Juggin and trappin, juggin and trappin, parent addicts
Dip, splash, ching, queff, shank em, nank em, opps get damaged
Move bare rocks, mash bare work, typical roadman hobbies
Ash on floor, blood on the streets of London, children's bodies
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
How many yutes gotta get shanked up for their food, get shanked for their meal
How many times do these kids gotta die over borderlines that aint real
Mass genocide of yungens, welcome to the world of drill
Nah I aint startin no beef, truss me g this right here's just how I feel
Writer: Bende Taborosi
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid