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on the rise - bashy lyrics

[intro]
young g on a rise, kensal
kensal, kensal, kensal, rise, kensal
young g on a rise, kensal
you dun know already, the journey
young g on* kensal, rise

[verse]
before the rollie, before the benz
before 24 and before them, i was coming out of brent
i am really really from the endz, so much so i really know dynamic m
and most of the gangsters dem, i’m
so north west 10, can’t forget tubby
t, god bless the dead, mi nuh wan
nuh bling bling, mi nuh wan no pinky
ring just gimme di microphone, i
been a soundboy since thеn, these
are talеs from the hood, keeping it
real, i spent most of my teens shook
coulda got jook for a look, for a look
cah man’ll change on you quicker
than a shang tsung, man’ll blaze
on you, badda bing badda boom
so boom, these are tales from the hood
i know a lot a tings but i gotta
keep shtum, i heard a lot a tings i
could fill a whole book
got secrets i gotta keep ’til i’m 6 foot, a far
cry from hollywood, used to drive
by cricklewood, took a right at the
lights, kilburn station
jubilee line, going to kensal rise
but decided to stop at a friend of
mines, them times she lived on dyne
she approached me with tears in her
eyes, she told me that so and so died
and i hugged her as she cried, but i
felt nuttem inside cos he tried to rob
me twice, doing something snakey’s
why he probably lost his life, bruddas
used to try it doing f*ckries outta
spite, man know i’m a star but didn’t
wanna let me shine, when the place
you’re from is dark they wanna see
you dim your light, they’ve pulled
guns on me, knives on me, lucky i’m
alive, man been hating on me since
1999, when really they rated me i
did sutten they admired, saw what
i was doing but they didn’t have
the confidence to try it, could’ve
done it if they tried but they didn’t
have the drive, crabs in barrel and
they don’t wanna see you thrive
badmind watching from the sides
praying for your downfall plotting on
your demise, then wanna start rap
careers at 35?
rolls eyes, those are the kinds of
guys i despise, they were fans in
disguise, but now man’s in the sky
they congratulate me, they had to
respect the grind, clean energy you
know the vibes, shouts to mike, never
got blinded by the lights, from the
streets up to dizzy new heights, i am
from a time, before gangsters posed
with toilet paper for likes before
(young g on a rise)
one time was out the manor with
******, one or two serious guys
but man was moving light, looking
back in hindsight man weren’t
moving right, loads of hangers on
who couldn’t back if they tried, up
there we bucked up on the other
side but true i knew a few kept it
cool and was polite but could see it
was going left cah something wasn’t
right, at the time the ting coulda
been squashed, no one had died, too
much pride, my bredrin gotta offered
a 1on1 but declined could tell by his
body language he was shook to fight
had everybody looking at him with
a side eye, he was tryna save face
but that’s how you lose stripes, he
jumped man a couple weeks prior in
a 1*on*1 which is suttem he shouldn’t
of done, that’s not how tings run, you
know the rules dem iyah, but that’s
a serious war i don’t wanna stoke
the fire, lord strike me down if i’m
a liar, i’m not involved but from the
zones and the road it’s how it goes
it’s never k*mbaya, sh*t can still
transpire, so vigilance required ’til
the day man expire, if not on god
the consequences could be dire, if
not on job face is on a poster or a
flyer, them thingys go pop pop turn
my mum into a crier, watch even the
little n*****, you heard david and
goliath you saw omar in the wire
that’s how you get wheeled away
punctures in your body via shots
through attire, tread lighter, small
circle, clique tighter, show me the
money like cuba in jerry maguire
another time was at a party in the
manor, bevvy in my hand i don’t
drink, likely a fanta, outside could
hear a little altercation and a passa
and it was very apparent someone
was getting bad up, it was one bagga
noise that spilled inside, a mazza, see
a man get bang’ in his face and hit
the canvas, then get drag up, all of
this playing out under the sound of
the ragga, sizzla or spragga, he held
another bang then sprang up, both
hand up, shirt tattered tryna pattern
held another bang blood splatted, so
happens me and him did have a little
drama up in acton another time in
acklam on some bully boy ting cah
he didn’t know me from adam, i was
little intimidated if i keep a hunna
looking back on it banter, at the time
vex filled me with anger, a little fear
so to see that man scared, i weren’t
thinking haha, i was more thinking
‘aha!’ seeing how acted when he
met somebody badder, a friend of a
friend which made it even madder, if
you’re bad be bad for whoever then
it doesn’t matter, silver lining
duppy know who fi frighten
no truer than the latter favorite
saying of my old jamaican grandma
don’t know if he was drinking but
he got hammered, that k!lly used
to gwarn like he was the baddest
got embarrassed, silly sausage, got
battered, if you ever see the way the
man acted, used to think that he was
a savage but when the bottle him the
illusion shattered. (bottle smash)
i was a f*cking badboy in jail, a
f*cking bad boy, you f*cking p*ssy, is
man mad though, ask
******** is man mad though? i
was a f*ckin badboy. aw man, do
your research!

- bashy lyrics

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