Branches Lyrics

My FL Studio has deleted all my songs

But you know like God still prevails, init

There's a purpose for everything

You never know

I've seen money grow on trees

That's why the banks have branches (mad)

I've seen man leave their g, I can't give that much chances

Tryna not hate on lee?, that one there is the hardest but

Trying to hate on me?

Why the yute dem hate on their fathers?

Farmers market

League two donnies are outta their league

Keep tryna ball with the goats, in a matter of time he'll be outta the league

Girls in mans city got the wettest, at least

Dog for a pound, I'm off of the leash

Return of the Nat, or return of the Beast

Like uh

Roll in the deep, coulda sent man Ariel, nah

He's under the sea, I wanted a piece

Bro went from white to the brown, thats rice of the peas

Rhyming in these, sylilo-the-quies

I coulda

Opened the door if you gave me the keys

But my man said just give me-

Nah I'm not reading this right

My man said just give some sleep

You niggas is weak as hell

I'd rather do a week in jail

Beat that, like a teachers bell

Intuitive, I been keen as kel

Normal, did it for the cream as well

Dante's inferno, I been through hell

but God made it so that all is well, all is well

Gotta give shouts to Joy, Gotta give shoutouts to MMD

For my people just make some noise, it's ninonat on ur mp3

Whilst I empty these, memories

Of Jemina telling me

Bro you can rap on beats

Trust, a push was just all I need

Sixth form, Kigozi, brodie

Telling man every word I speak

Sounds like a cold bar, it's like bro I breathe 16s

Man talk tough and their voice just crack, ona sweet 16

It's mad coz I been like this from like 16

And your fave MC get sprayed, like widda mac or a M16

On the M60, coz the West Indies and the west Midlands babes

Love them some N4T

I celebrate MEday, coz we weren't supposed to make to this age, let alone 16

Looked up to Fimi, Dave, Simbi, Skeppy, and Unknown T

Who knew an unknown me would do it?, OF COURSE I KNEW, ITS ME

GET TO KNOW

PAPA JOHNS WORKER, GET DA DOUGH

NEVER LEAVE HIS BURNER, FORGET

THE STOVE

FORGET THE ROADS, FORGET MY PHONE

WENT TO A PLACE DAT MAN CANT GO, UNPROMPTED HOLIDAY

I don't even know HOW I'll MAKE IT HOME

BUT PRAISE GOD, IMA MAKE IT HOME (trust)

Tell you 'bout my life, you want an update really?

Until your mind breaks, you wouldn't ever really feel me

I'm giving man the real me, they dont wanna hear that I healed me

They wanna back foot and heel me

Is that so?

London nigga f a back stab, back poke

Half hearted, he weren't really ona gang tho

Can't hold up a light to a nigga that aint never seen a candle

Tell lil sis we can go, when big bro says we can go

Walking with the father like I cant let hand go

And God aint gave me one thing, nigga can't, yet yet yet handle

Shout Anu, shout Royan, shout Debbie

Shout Honey, wherever she is

Shout Phil, shout Darren again, shout ruebyn

Shout Tina, shout the ppl that think I'm dead

Shout the ppl that support man, shout mumzy

Shout Paula, and best for last, All praises to the most high

Last song coming, so why leave?

This is the epilogue, the end of the world is over

The time for death is over

Now time for life

I speak life over everyone who listens, real shi