Black Ones - Che Lingo, Ghetts

Black ones on my feet

Tryna stack my coins in peace

Hide my face, profile low

Change my number every week

I got bounties on my head

I got family I don’t see

Suffocating in my ends

I just need some

The mind is a battlefield

Niggas warring with themselves

Imagine how many man it killed

I store it in my cellular

Brain powers writing stories in my cell about

Man that aren’t mobile on the man of steel

Send letters for the capital

To buy an extra can for Mills

All cause they got caught by the blue

With a colored pack of pills

Injecting false money, tryna numb how that famine feels

We already picked that cotton

I don’t wanna see my fam in fields

My brudda said he’d do it for a chain but he’s running from the shackles

I pray I never see your face on that mantle

Black ones on my feet

Tryna stack my coins in peace

Hide my face, profile low

Change my number every week

I got bounties on my head

I got family I don’t see

Suffocating in my ends

I just need some time to breathe

Yeah

I just need some time to breathe

I just need some time to breathe, yeah

I just need some time to breathe

I just need some time to breathe, yeah

Pressure on the bread winner

How can the chef forget dinner?

(It get’s realer)

You ain’t a father if you let your kid starve

I’d rather get a 9−5 than be away from my kids

Is that £9 a week in jail worth taking the risk?

Well if the licks are half a milli, we be saying it is

Cause we don’t plan on getting caught so we think the plans exceptional

Now I’m in the can and my girlfriend won’t accept the call

My brudda said he’d do it for a chain but he’s running from the shackles

I pray I never see your face on that mantle, no

Black gloves on my hands

Stylie on my face

Workouts on my feet

Quiet in the car

The tires, them a screech

I’ve been thinking about that money and it’s finally in my reach

I’ve been thinking bout that money and it’s finally in my reach

Mike Skinner you can find me in the streets

There’s no shepherd near the bush when I’m hiding from police

There’s no weapon when they look

We don’t slide it under seats

They won’t let me off the hook, if I’m bait, we gon' see

Black ones on my feet

Tryna stack my coins in peace

Hide my face, profile low

Change my number every week

I got bounties on my head

I got family I don’t see

Suffocating in my ends

I just need some time to breathe

Whole mouth full of caps

Bruddas rally when I speak

Police, they got my friends

Yo them people are my g’s

Opposition on my name

Now my mum don’t get no sleep

And repeat, and repeat, and repeat, and repeat

Black ones on my feet

Tryna stack my coins in peace

Hide my face, profile low

Change my number every week

I got bounties on my head

I got family I don’t see

Suffocating in my ends

I just need some time to breathe

If I’m honest with you I’ve been having dreams

They’ve been flirting with me heavy, tryna get me in my sleep

I been dodging so much corn, I’m losing weight my mum can see

Burning weed and getting caught up in my thoughts and tryna cheat

Now she pregnant with my youth and there’s another mouth to feed

Man I don’t know what to do just like my pagans back on street

I’m dying to put this mash down and go and mash this p

If I die, that’s not a man down that’s a style on sheets

If I cry, and put my hands down and beg for life it’s weak

That’s police, and they just told a young black one to freeze