[Hook - K Koke]
I'm from a place where you get your face tear
The ends is poor, shit's raw, life ain't fair
Lots fucked so we're stuck in the same square
Guns buck so have it tucked, it's not a game here

[Verse 1 - K Koke]
Look I got some shit on my chest
I'ma touch a couple subjects I need to address
When I spit, no lies, no need to impress
Just telling you my life, how I live in North West
And yes fam I talk bout guns
I ain't rich fam, I can't talk bout funds
I made sticks bang, made man take a run
What goes around comes around cause we nearly got done
Thеy rolled up, squeezed nine and my bro got onе
I was standing right beside him, I didn't get none
Bro took it like a G, said "It's cool but I'm numb"
His words to the hospital were "Yo bro it's on
They can't kill us off K, I'm way too strong"
Just get better A, won't take too long
This shit seems wrong, this is my little bro
They got my mum crying blud, these pricks need to go
Revenge is sweet however long that it takes
When I'm putting on the heat, ain't putting on the brakes
So fuck Trident, we don't deal with the jakes
It's ride or die till we end up in a grave
It's just a way of life, don't think that I'm brave
I do to survive so everyday I'm bunning grade
I am what I am so I can't hide away
Slick little prick if you think that it's games
[Hook - K Koke]
I'm from a place where you get your face tear
The ends is poor, shit's raw, life ain't fair
Lots fucked so we're stuck in the same square
Guns buck so have it tucked, it's not a game here

[Verse 2 - Joe Black]
I'm from a place where the kids are quick to shoot
I ain't talking burgers when I say we're slipping food
Where we push Astra's, Ghost's and Mini Coop's
While I spit raps with Koke and kill the tune
Where we flip wraps of coke and it's win or lose
It's real music, Blackz and Koke, we spit the truth
I came up the hard way, wraps of Class A
Fam I'm tryna live till my last day
No lies, I done it if I said it
Rappers all talk bout money but I get it
For real I hold my hood up like dungarees
Catch me outside the Green Man pub with Younger T
Get the sample off the connect, he said "It's lovely weed"
Give the sample to Jimmy, ask him if it's running clean
I'm from a place where we make dough, take dough
Roll strapped, you're listening to K Koke and Joe Black

[Hook - K Koke]
I'm from a place where you get your face tear
The ends is poor, shit's raw, life ain't fair
Lots fucked so we're stuck in the same square
Guns buck so have it tucked, it's not a game here