I Ain't Messing About Lyrics

Fuck this I ain't messin' about

I ain't chasin' no clout with me lips on pout

I'm a fucking little ragass and the lingo's scouse

I get seen by mine they think

I'm plotting on their house

All on the phones like Vin's on the estate

I do it bait, hop the gate with me fucking mate

They all hate, stolen M2 flying straight

Look at me on ye fucking telly, think I'm doing great

Heads in a fucking state, maybe I need a fucking date

Just been to jail coz I never changed a number plate

Anywhere don't care, Monday to Sundays

Probably been on your estate in me undies

I really don't smoke no more, I have a few pulls

Swear down now I'm fucking flying off these Red Bulls

Tryna get me head down, bit of normality

I keep getting pulled back down like gravity

Court even hated me Sentence on totality

The Judge told me"2pac mentality"

Back n forth thinking

Will me life ever get better

You can write to me but I don't write a letter

Still gotta sneak a few punks, gotta move clever

I'm stressed out I been shouting at a fucking 'retta

Might start terrorising and shooting houses up

The difference is they'll phone the police and I'll get took

Probably an NFA I'll do a little recall

I'll cock it back think Fuck it, it's a free for all

Sitting with Mole got me thinking all about guns

Need to think about funds

Think about me damn sons

Told me fucking baby Mum

I'm done with all these big bums

Still got people tryna find me

Tryna shoot me Mum's

Really living in the slums

Burglaries, counting sums

Say it with me fucking tongue

Straight from me fucking lungs

I ain't sitting round like a bum twiddling me thumbs

Look what I've be fucking come

No I ain't even begun

Need to start moving fucking tight and buying handguns

Putting that shit away for me Grandsons

You can Google me I'm in and out within two

Shout me Essex travellers I'm like Jin two

Motherfuckers wanna get at me

Get in the queue

I can't be living in a loo checking out a screw

I got away from a chopper hid in a canoe

Ever travelled up to Crewe for a fucking chew

Courvoisier's lad strictly on a beer mat

Polly one I'm on point like a meerkat

I can tell you what's on the telly lad no lies

Done that long in a cell I'm like a telly guide

OT jail local one looking locked out

Grew up in a place where your Mum can get knocked out

Ain't no phoning my phone and telling me no

I blew up a cash machine to get me Valentinos

Shout Ryan made half a milly off a litter

Yo Tatty what ye saying lad lend's a spitter

Never been a hater, been bitter, jealous or a quitter

Grew up in a cell melting cheese on a fucking pitta

I ain't glorifying kids if you're listening

Me life's shit I've had me family homes kicked in

Take it back, me and Dyl up and down the map

No cap, 20 different police forces in me back

I could tell ye mad stories, but there's concerns

They shoot mine I'm shooting theirs lad

We take turns

I can't lie I'm fucking hated by mad firms

These new types of people spreading lies like germs

Chat what ye want

I don't care about none of yes

But shout Occo done more jail than the lot of us