Grim - Bashy, Donae'O & JME

Fuck all the soft shit

Festivals and all the moshpits

No matter how much police Boris puts on the road

Man will spray your blood on the wall like dog piss

It’s either bars, balling or boxing

Or bars, bricks and boxes

There’s no beach here but you can catch a tan, heat

Man use rocks to make a bag of sand, G

I ain’t talking no homo shit

When I say that a lot of niggas bang

And they’re getting licked down

And there’s a lot of crack

And the job opportunities are wack

It’s mad

Nobody wants to give you a penny

You’d be better off living as tramp

We’re all living in the ghetto

And dealt the same the same cards

So one day you’re gonna snap

And it’s grim

They bang and stab

And if they get banged, they bang them back it’s grim

It’s grim

Young blacks go purchase a gat

And rat-ta-tat-tat like that

It’s grim

Mummsie crying, mummsie weeping, I ain’t lying

Boy it’s grim

The lifestyle right now is to wild out

Take time out

Tek tek tek time out

Tek tek tek tek tek time out

Tek tek tek time out

Tek tek tek tek tek time out

Tek tek tek time out

Tek tek tek tek tek time out

Tek tek tek time out

Tek tek tek tek tek time out

They don’t care what crew you’re in

Any man on the high road could get spin

I see man scuffing it out in the barbers

Arguing over the chair for the trim

You could be weight pumping

You could wedge or toned and thin

Man carry tools to make sure that

They’re at an advantage if you go gym

You’re at the cashpoint hiding your pin

But you forget to hide your things

Man robbing mobile phones for jokes

They won’t even let you keep your sim

Everyman is on this ting

No matter what rudeboy talk you bring

So don’t come round these ends

You won’t make friends

It’s like a man knows no peace

When he holds those keys

The game’s so deep

I didn’t choose the game.

it chose me

A life as a rider

I ride through the night like a rider

Mans nowadays don’t care about the 9 to 5 or no rat race

No jobs, there’s no way to get paid, so give me that white and a shank mate

Or give me the music or boxing

Give me a glove, and I’ll box him down

Or give me a tool with that full clip

Boy better know that I’ll shot him down

The fact is I’m a man, so I gotta grind on my lonely

I was born alone and I’m gonna die on my lonely