Ghetto Wisdom

(You are now listenin' to Young Chencs)

It's an organization I'm runnin', are you listenin'?
Only got here through my knowledge and my wisdom
Heard they made a diss track, I really shoulda dissed them
But I was busy in my hot tub, just listenin' to my system

The way that I'm playin' is I'm basic
I really take the game serious that you can see it in my face
When I heard the MOBOs were comin' north of the lake
I hit my tailor up, told them, "Make it tight around the waist"

I'm not drinkin' right now, though I'm partial to the taste
Call me Don Julio, I like tequila when it's straight
We do 1942 and there's really no delay
Plus we do a lotta winnin' so we like to celebrate

Ah, forget that, it's the MOBOs
I forget we came up watchin' this when we were shottin' from the polo
American dream, that was Scarface and Manolo
We're Great British dreamin' on the low-low

You don't know these streets the way I know these streets, no
You don't know defeat the way I felt defeat, bro
Yeah, I know these beats, that's why I got a deep flow
You can't take my seat unless you've really been broke

Me, I've been face-down, bust up, leakin'
Me, I've been chased down, jucked up, bleedin'
Unless you seen your mother with a broken nose
Don't ever chat to man about your feelings

I wouldn't've joined a gang if I really had my family
My face woulda been fucked if I really wasn't handy
Couple times I made a nigga dance like Bambi
We came up disposin' of the whiskey and the brandy

Now they say I'm ADHD, check my AMG team
I never done a drive-by, but I've had to duck teeth
They won't get this lyric 'cause it's hot like deep heat
I shot trainers, not weed, tell the plug to repeat

Man are lookin' at me like I'm doin' tai-chi
I got couple TKOs on my CV, I got the sauce, but I still got dry beef
I'm like Freddy to these rappers cah they see me in their sleep
She didn't message back 'cause she thinks I'd be a cheat

Post a picture of my crib, give it a week, give it a week
She said that, "I thought rappers were silly and broke"
'Til I pulled up in the bone, now she wants me to give her the D
I'm like the black James Bond

If they get my government name wrong, I just tell him that it's Aaron
When I was hungry, I would catch a man with his chain on
And turn him into a sprinter like it was the Dave song
But that's bad karma, me, I've had to pay

Man pulled out his flick knife, I had to run away
He made the mistake of runnin' onto the estate
And when I got him on the floor, I broke a brick on his
Ah, forget that, I'm in films now

I forget I'm paid like I signed a major deal now
I forget I healed from the trauma that I went through
There's a bigger picture and lead inside the pencil
I bring my pain with me and that's why they wanna listen
I just say, "Nizzy", when they ask for my position
Them man tried to jump me, I had my blade with me, I didn't flick it
'Cause I don't mind fightin' with my fists, it's a miss

Am I doin' too much, J? Tell me if I'm doin' too much (my brother, nah, you're doin' too much)
Am I goin' too far, Zykes? Tell me if I'm goin' too far (my brother, nah, you've gone too far)
Do you think that I should chill a bit? (Nah, bro, you're killin' it)
Do you think I should go in a little more hard?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, I said, you're Great British dreamin' when you're tryna raise the bar

I bring my pain with me and that's why they wanna listen
I just say, "Nizzy", when they ask for my position
Them man tried to jump me, I had my blade with me, I didn't flick it
'Cause I don't mind fightin' with my fists

Me, I'm no stranger to takin' couple digs
Got my tooth snapped in half by an older and that really took the piss
You learn danger when you come up in the mix
Visitin' my uncle in the mental hospital, I understood the risks

See, when your rago ghetto thugged out
Takes a toll on your mental health, you better watch out
You can end up by bipolar if you go hard
You can end up schizophrenic if you're a menace

You can end up anxious, paranoid, depressed
It's rare that man hang up that bally with no regrets
It's rare that man do the shottin' and then say less
Me, I thought, "Fuck the braggin', let me save this"

I invested in myself 'cause I kept savin' up my wages
Turns out, it's money over ladies
Turns out, it's get your dough up before you're ready to have babies
For me to blow up, I'm not gonna lie, it took me ages

Call me Noah, I built a boat and done it in stages
And Meek Mill's not enough when you're dream chasin'
I refill the biro and desecrate pages, we're NWA like it was the late '80s
Zyke (keep goin'), aight, I'll keep flowin'

Cah this one's bigger than a little grime poem
He's pissed off, says I'm actin' like I didn't know him
I'm big time now, my phone book's forever growin'
JB (yo), should I stop? (No)

Should I take 'em back? (Show 'em what you got, bro)
I never told 'em that I cried when my mom was in a hostel
Sat listenin' to ghetto gospel, but if there's no pain, there's no gain
And if there's no sunny days, then there's no such thing as the cold rain
The struggle made us insane, but if you get your vision right, you'll complete the full game

It's an organization I'm runnin', are you listenin'?
Hope they pay attention, I call this "Ghetto Wisdom"
I heard they made a diss track, I really shoulda dissed them
But I was busy in my hot tub, just listenin' to my system

The way that I'm playin' is I'm basic
I really take the game seriously, you can see it in my face
When I heard the MOBOs were comin' north of the lake
I hit my tailor up, told them, "Make it tight around the waist"

Did I too much, J? Tell me if I've done too much (my brother, nah, you done too much)
Did I go too far, Zykes? Tell me if I went too far (my brother, nah, you went too far)
Do you think I shoulda chilled a bit? (Nah, bro, you killed this shit)
Do you think I shoulda gone a little more hard?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, they say you're Great British dreamin' when you're tryna raise the bar