[Intro – 8 Bars] (Dark pad + sub build, 2-step hi-hats slowly rising) Tag: Sssshhhhhhh (inhale) sssssshhhhhhh Curley made this WHO Curley… Made this (Chopped vocal fades: “risk it all for my brother…” echo) ⸻ [Chorus – Jordan] And f*** rap, risk it all for my brother And f*** rap, risk it all for my brother And free Kane, went to war for my brother And if I die, give it all to my mother Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter My mum’s schizophrenic, course I’m a nutter Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer And in jail I went to war with my cutter (Hook repeats once, double vocal layering on last two lines) ⸻ [Verse 1 – Jordan] Think I changed my life? You don’t know mine Just after my Fire in the Booth I tried to smoke guys Do or dies, I ain’t stopping at no lights Ask bro, he’s seen it with his own eyes Ran at us with straps, I whipped out, blown mine July twenty-one, strapped up most nights F*** rappers, bro they ain’t got no stripes Most my friends killers and that’s no lies Half seven, door cracked, cuffed up, bags packed Seen guys die off knife attacks Seen fiends die off spice attacks Body popping on the landing like Michael Jacks Took his last breath then the guy collapsed I watched the screws just stand by and laugh Shit sent shivers down my spine and back Get flashback visions locked inside my pad ⸻ [Verse 2 – Ay T] Mum struggled with two crazy sons It was ag, burts, boot-offs, blazing guns Taking funds, tied up at his baby mums No rules to this life, we was raised in slums Crazy — robberies daily I treat you like my own, so how could you snake me? Used to do all-nighters, top and tailing Now when I see him, I’m tryna blaze him You don’t know about pain Had to deal with that shit in the coldest ways Anytime I stepped, my mum hoped and prayed That her son made it home, didn’t get blown away War time, brother man’ll roll for days Tryna smoke an opp fast and put holes in brains I get the job done, no complaints Moving rags in a Hypo with stolen plates ⸻ [Verse 3 – C3six] Held my brother in my arms Told me tell his mum he love her Wrong place, wrong time, had to watch him suffer Remember every mutter, last breath, blood on jumper Pain don’t fade, too many laid to rest Under pressure, I’m stressed, raised in the northwest Liverpool, stay blessed Kids dying, got me thinking who’s next Bullets flying, mothers crying — unprovoked deaths Smoke to my chest, feeling never left Seen my brother bleeding for no reason, I was vexed Risk my freedom, if you try step then I’ll squeeze it Put it to the test — couldn’t leave him, couldn’t rest Said I risk my freedom for my brother, no less Really gonna squeeze it when I put it to the test Couldn’t leave my brother bleeding, and my brother never left ⸻ [Verse 4 – Tal Greazy] F*** rap, go to war for my brother Copped a .38, born in the gutter Hard times, yeah we all had to suffer Now I get bread and I spread it with butter Spread it with my niggas, still pressing on triggers Running in traps, pushing packs More times got it on me, can’t afford to lack Amount of times I let it slap — no rap cap Sometimes I think, “f*** rap” Grab my ting, really go clutch that Ran in nuff traps, phone my phone — no grub back It’s just the hood, I’m a good lad But I gotta feed the fam Them boys are liars, I call them Peter Pan My young G’s got it on him, he’ll squeeze for man No holiday, but you might feel a tan ⸻ [Chorus – Jordan] And f*** rap, risk it all for my brother And f*** rap, risk it all for my brother And free Kane, went to war for my brother And if I die, give it all to my mother Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter My mum’s schizophrenic, course I’m a nutter Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer And in jail I went to war with my cutter ⸻ [Verse 5 – Benny Banks] Been there, done that, still got the t-shirt Mile in my shoes’ll make your feet hurt Life’s a movie, I ain’t get to rehearse Hungry and I’m eating till my teeth hurt Little bro caught life before he lived it Now he’s twice my size, posted in prison Feel ashamed I ain’t been to visit Still know he listens, hope he know I miss him Hating ass brothers, how you find the time? Ride or die, I ride for mine Still ain’t got no nine to five, still on grind Before I found the bag, had to find my mind Wrote a sixteen on the toilet, spitting Never bust a gun or been to prison Benny stand out, don’t need fitting Came to cut a cheque, then I’m missing ⸻ [Verse 6 – K Don] Mask on or mask off, bandos to crack rocks Million pound dreams, straight jugging and black Glocks Out the trenches, they know me from rap songs I rap dons, crash opps, get smack gone Sim and phone, owe it all to that Give it all when my niggas back On-site war, lick a pussy on the main road Jailhouse living, tuna bowl and oats Run reckless, gotta keep a pole Scalad want me locked, [Intro – 8 Bars] (Dark pad + sub build, 2-step hi-hats slowly rising) Tag: Sssshhhhhhh (inhale) sssssshhhhhhh Curley made this WHO Curl
