Sinners/Winners

If need be I can take it further than rap Have me resorting to kidnap Run up on man no ballie just rocking the snap Fuck it for it I'll face the charge Like the French in the battle of Waterloo And if I had any man dem with me I keep hush cos that's what real man do Hate them snakes that are so ready to run their gums Get in the interview room start chatting so much you'd think those across the table have become their new best chums And even if you ain't got no pride so you willing to snitch To bend over and be the feds bitch Living in South West that shit is pretty dumb Do you know how many man you going to see which for your life you're going to have to duck and run And some of these men are going to know the address of your daughter your son or maybe your mum So basically you should keep it shut Like those legs maybe should of been by the local slut And even though we all live in the same rut So called friends ready to stab you not just hypothetically in the back but for real in the gut And these days like this quote Would you like a beer Mr.. Peterson?" "No, I'd like a dead cat in a glass." That's just the norm Friendships that seemed so real become so easily torn So you have to watch your back Like being a so called infidel in some parts of Syria or Iraq Cos if they ain't for real one day they may be scheming on your stack And at the bottom if you dedicate your life to the hustle and burying competition we're considered sinners Same shit corporate world considered straight winners And anyone that's lived it knows it's a struggle on the street While like the tale of Mount olympus they secure on their peak And even if there ain't a massive conspiracy Surely we can all agree it's hypocrisy that when we all the same we can live so differently And all those pussies that are simply fake thugging Your shit fake like wwe and on top of that you'd be pretty boy rick flair and I'm slightly twisted like hacksaw Jim duggan