Fuck council Tax And fuck what they calling council flats And fuck £30 quid for the scraps in the fridge for a week feeding kids till they cancel that I wear many hats, cause I’m balding back With the gold cap, cause I’m bold n that And I got the tracks, and I’m on the tracks But I ain’t run track, so I’m getting fat And they wonder why The kids drug dealing Man the five-finger stealing Man this poverty is killing fam Imagine being Sam, Joking about crying on the gram, In a flat that cost a million grand Fuck Rita’s birthday party plans (that’s crazy) Fuck this depression That’s leaving me stressing We ain’t got no second for leisure Take us from poverty Money weight off of me Turn us all into achievers Cause we are audacious We are all angels We are all beautiful dreamers From the hustlers to the schemers From the Corsas to the Beemers So this for the kids in the trap, yeah The single mothers ‘n’ that, yeah All of them gassing me up and increasing my luck When I was out of gas, huh And there’s no future in sight But the kids will be alright Yeah I mean all disrespect, Cause Dianna Abbot got hit for less Just a little sip to relieve the stress When they spreading shit, under influence With a 10k fine, tax for the night That’s pocket change, man Asda price We got TFL, they got Mazda (nice) So we get that work like Katie Price UH, nothing is free Living in places where peace is asleep Sleep with a piece Scared of the police, They say you look guilty, you know what they mean, yeah The ones that put top boy on top of the streams, Won’t let you on top cause they know what that means They keep us in streets, Red and white sheets So now we be screaming ACAB And they wonder why The kids drug dealing Man the five-finger stealing Man this poverty is killing fam They keep us in the projects For a future they don’t project We a project we a prospect For the wealthy to process And there’s no future in sight But the kids will be alright Cause we so down upon ourselves We pick apart all these details From our stretch marks to fingernails From body parts to mental health You deserve that love you feel That happiness is so damn real We beautiful, man can’t you tell You beautiful, fam let it yell And there’s no future in sight But the kids will be alright

What’s up with all these white men Who turn up with they three friends? Who stand around a statue They say they there to defend Cause we know there’s a pretence And what they really meaning Is other people breathing Just hurt all of their feelings What’s up with it What’s up with them acting so sick, they take a vid Rewind that shit, play it back, then publish it Cause maybe they too thick to know what post to public is Boris told them all they special, So now they sucking his… Can you believe these call themselves the master race When they all look so much the same, they don’t have sex, they masturbate I hope your cousin, who’s your father, who’s your brother Who’s your uncle, who’s your nephew, who’s your lover all passaway When it makes sense for them they push the past away ‘Till it doesn’t go their way, and then they pass the blame As if we didn’t use boats and boots, religious view Hidden truths, and culture abuse to trap and traffic slaves The upper class do not want you to grow up They want you poor and dumber They want us to fight each other You know you ain’t next up to the chair right You vote for lower taxes on the rich, when you ain’t there right But you think cause you’re white, that you’ll be spared right? Like people told you, you can’t abuse, and that ain’t fair right? “Like OMG, they filming me, for publicly, screeching white rights” The snowflakes of the Alt-right That would melt in any real fight Snitch on the other side, and take a deal right The snowflakes of the Alt-right The snowflakes of the Alt-right