I Was (Intro) - Kay-o

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Kayman

I was fifteen, Z of both in my drum, got caught by mum

I was sixteen, gang got a first gun

Just put it down, see jakes, got spun

Seventeen, used to trap ten toes 'til my feet go numb

Want a clean run

Same age with my first crop, got bud

In the end, put the trap down and just robbed

Eighteen, applied pressure on opps

Them man snitched, weren’t makin' it stop

It could’ve been a Seat or Ford

They know who it was, been poppin' them doors

Got nicked, I’m in court for a juks

Now it’s pro-b and a tag on my foot

Bro said drop tracks cah you’re good

Rapper on rise, still put on my hood

I spent ninteenth at the feds

Birthday, they put me in the cage for a benz

I dropped Mad About Bars, said I’m next

Still mad about bars for my friends

Them times it was Stally, Reeko, Skeng

Grab ballys and we go step

Gettin' told to do rapping and give it a rest

Few months later, bagged for a M

Stress, then we lost Shegz, got me more depressed

Rest up Sheggy, cheffed up plenty

Labelled a legend, it don’t make sense

Slide with guns that’s lengthy

Just turned twenty, thinkin' to put rappin' to bed

No hesitating to rise up skengs in the ends

Seperating the mice and men

Then Unknown T dropped Homerton B

Peak now, people are bothering me

Like, «K, don’t quit, keep dropping the heat»

Take your foot off the brake

Free Wavy, G and Reeko again

Jakes got 'em with blades and some weight

I hit the booth and I dropped 'em a tape

Four weeks on, keepin' it movin', I was in Luton

Five teeth strong, we removin'

We don’t care who grew them

Police come guns up

They weren’t shootin', back window I was usin'

Four high fences, jump, man flew them

Run 'til my legs start losin'

And now I’m in jail feelin' nuttin' but useless

At the kiosk lookin' nuttin' but clueless

No mackerel for me, just tunas

Canteen comes, couple dilute juices

Smokes gave a mash to the chargers

Calm, we don’t blow no fuses

Dumped in a IG Live into a YouTube vid

Touch road like I’m serious with music

Went baitface, dropped Still, gave me a blue tick

Keep punchline and soon into tunes that they buyin' like Munich

Bro still flyin' them units

I’m still pullin' them strings, acoustics

Turned twenty one, jakes got me on a case

Got me stuck up in the cube, no Rubik’s

Table tennis bat or a cue stick

I ain’t hearin' that, still gotta stay elusive

Stay with that side that you’re choosin'

Get shave when we ride, no excusin'

Thinkin' you’re sly, you’re deluded

I don’t know who confused him

Was it Holly or the Nine who abused him?

Could’ve been a bit of both, that’s a fusion

Kayman