K Koke I Aint Perfect

I ain’t perfect, I’m lookin in the mirror at myself, like koke it ain’t working

I’m still hurting, see the pain in my eyes no lie, the fires still burning

The worlds still turning, still fucked up, still beef, still gotta keep a gun tucked

I feel cursed still nutin but bad luck, dey want me in a box carried by a black truck

So I cary cuzzy I ain’t tryna act tough

I ain’t proud even talking about this strap stuff

I’m trying to get away, troubles tryna catch up

Everywhere I go clowns wanna hear the strap bust

Truss, I seen life from a different vibe, pissy stair ways, crack, houses and homicides

So try me fam, I’m going to ride, a fried beef, not achieve, never gonna hype

The street life got these old peeps horrified, cause yung g’s couldn’t care if tomorrow died

I’ve seen hell through my mother’s eyes

Ain’t nothing worse than when a mother cries, wishes it was different, wish we had another life

Mom you done your best please don’t apologize

Stop looking with those worried eyes, we’re going to make it, we have to I promised kiy

My little princess, it’s all for her interest, need my nieces tia and capricise

And for the little unborn when it reaches, life goes fast so we can’t mistreat it

I’ve been living in the heart of a secret, made me dark, made it hard to achieve shit

My brain’s gonna find it hard to even speak it

But it’s in the past so in the past is where I leave it

I’m full of street shit, I eat it and breathe it

You don’t believe it I’ll show you how the heat spits

Life’s sicker than it’s ever been

I feel menacing

There ain’t no medicine

K Koke Tell You How My Life Is

[Hook]

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is

Here’s the truth, here’s the proof

Real life stories to tell

More like stories from hell

4.5 left the floor for the shelf

Enough man move hype, get caught and then tell

Because they don’t wanna see the walls in the cell

Talk tough on the road but can’t talk it in jail

Everywhere I go, I stay real to myself

And everyone I know, knows I’m walking it well

And I ain’t got points to prove

Fuck these critics and their point of views

They couldn’t live a day in my shoes

I speak from the heart so if I say it, it’s true

I creep in the dark, through the rain with my tool

Because the streets are hard, and they wanna see my face in the news

I’m just trying to get my paper and move, away from the ends

Because every day that I stay is a day closer to pen

[Hook]

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

I’m out here bait

Stuck up in this road life

No lie, everybody knows I

Enough man hate, you know what the roads like

Feds on my case because they heard that I blow 9s

Dead mates got me thinking about old times

Livings fucked so I’m liquored up most nights

Live it up, cause I don’t know what tomorrows like

Couldn’t give a fuck, cause I’m living off of borrowed time

Mummy, I’m sorry, I’m thinking with a hollow mind

A shallow heart lost, trying to follow signs

Trying to do right but I’m left with a life of crime

I’m in the hood like pissy steps or a line of white

This life of mine, ain’t the life I like

But it is what it is so I like to write

These thoughts down line for line

Let me tell you about this life of mine

[Hook]

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

Let me tell you how my life is (tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is, tell you how my life is)

K Koke Warning

Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning

Kokes here fam what you can’t hear man

No fear gang you pricks don’t scare man

Got your bitch near man chill with me and fear that

Tear tracks like I’m running in my Air max

Big straps big like the Bridge flats

Tick tack hit me I hit back

Kick back watch how I did that

Click clack on your clique cah ya cliques wack

This man watch a loada shit hit fans

You can’t miss man VIP wrist band

You don’t blow straps you blow air like a big fan

Don’t hold back I go there I’m a big man

You’re a victim left there when the stick bang

Listen I can have your man missing

Wishing he never got caught slipping

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

You can’t get me caught up

Don’t know what you thought bruv

I get pure love pure koke the raw stuff

War us and get blown by a sawn off

Tortured cause I’m cold like a orphan

Kick a gyal belly like have an abortion

No telling liar liar stop talking

Liar liar on fire he’s scorching

Don try a Ryder you’ll be lying in the morgue king

Four fifth lift his wig like foreskin

For walkin in the ends like he’s touring

Bore him tryna walk before he’s crawling

Big man ting lemme school

How about lift mans wig in the morning

Catch him while he’s yawning

Front door him on a raw ting

Done with the hype ting I’m sending out a warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Fix up low the mix up get you’re shit tucked

Your bitch sucks her tits on my dick bruv

While your out raving she jumpin on some big nuts

I’m in saving tryna get my dick rubbed

My big dawg got a big dawg it spits hard

It lifts cars if you diss ours it barks

Big large big cars hood stars

You’re a big fraud you’re the type to go and get sarge

Act hard I’m the type to go and get large

Clap stars let him hype in the grave yard

I’m back bro like I was the saviour

I clap mine gone I’ll see you later

I back my talk high 5 hater

The guns tall like a big sky scraper

No safety one in the chamber

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Warning bring your burners out

Warning

Where are all these straps that I heard about

Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning

Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning Warning

K Koke Are You Alone Fam

[Intro]

Yeah, yeah are you home fam

Shit, you’re on the roads damn

Yeah, yeah are you home fam

[Verse 1:]

Remember when we used to chill and smoke weed

I was a youngin, used to think you was an OG

When it was beef we used to dress in black and load heat

Tryin to make it through the rain on these cold streets

You know the road, you know the code, you know you don’t speak

But you told and ratted on your co-ds

So for that you forget that you know me

You will never have a home back in Stone B

We don’t condone in that, we don’t condone in rats

Nah nope there’ll never be a home for that

Matter of fact pussy hold ya strap go and blow your own brains on ya lap

Rat-tat pussy tat-tat pussy, straps back pussy

Cause you got caught up in the rat-trap pussy

So on the real we don’t feel for snakes

We ride birds we don’t deal with jakes and that’s that pussy

[Hook]

Are you alone fam?

Yeah you’re on ya own dan

Are you home fam?

Shit you’re on the road damn

Are you alone fam?

Yeah ya on your own Dan

Are you home fam?

Shit you’re on the road damn

[Verse 2:]

The party’s over you don’t look so good

You turned snitch, now you don’t look so hood

You turned bitch you probably should take wood

You’re cutie you’re life should get took

I’m too street for ya half way crooks

Get guilty and try and pass they book

Spill beans cause their ass is shook

Real Gs go and read that book

Ya feel me snitch, ediot poof

Grass the gun blast cause you speak on the hood

Raar the gun blast blast cause you speak on ya ends

How could you even go and speak on ya friends

You’re a prick fam, click bang bet they keep on ya tens

Run hide better keep from the ends

Dumb guy we can’t reason again

Dumb lies got you leaving the pen

You’re a snitch cause ya speaking to them

I can’t lie can’t even pretend

It’s click clack when I see you with skengz

You get napped if we see you in ends

[Outro]

Fuck spider, police bwoy, you hear that fuck spider!

K Koke I’m Nice

Running through the red light

Trying to get my bread right

[Don Jaga:]

Fuck them haters and hoes

I’m just trying to make dough

Everywhere that I go, I go

I get pussy believe

Money, liquor and weed

It flows out from the street

And its all that I know

[K Koke:]

I’m just trying to get my bread right

Running through the red light

Police trying to chase me

Cause I beat the 380

But I still keep my swagger tight

And I stay with the hammer life

It’s best you don’t trouble me

And when I let off that double b

I be on the corner

Smoking Marijuana

Just me and the man dem

Trying to get G’s for the fam aye

Trying to live properly

These haters ain’t stopping me

But I do what I have to

If I have to I clap you

[Don Jaga:]

Fuck them haters and hoe’s

I’m just trying to make dough

Everywhere that I go, I go

I get pussy believe

Money, liquor and weed

Because I’m from the streets

And its all that I know

[K Koke:]

I’m oh so wavey

I be like fuck you pay me, me

I’m really from the hood life

Your girl really like’s the hood type

So watch her round moi

Your girls down for what I’m down for

Your girl like’s to trouble G’s

In the hood trying to cuddle me

I’m oh so liquored up

Middle finger to the world I don’t give a fuck

Koke’s oh so cheeky

Girl’s like “Koke don’t leave me”

Babe’s had a spliff up

Come over here with that big butt

And shake that in front of me

And let me tap that properly

[Don Jaga:]

Fuck them haters and hoe’s

I’m just trying to make dough

Everywhere that I go, I go

I get pussy believe

Money, liquor and weed

Because I’m from the streets

And its all that I know

[EXO:]

Oh so retro

Old school spinner that I let go

Call me a jolly good fellow

The olders call me Fuller

But the youngers call me EXO

With my adidas krept

And my 1-2 step

As I 1-2 get

Peas in a pod

Clear the fog light yep

I’m gonna beat the dog

Make the dog go get

Everywhere I go I’m gonna roll my set

North Weezy, USG I bet

Green and the blue ribbons

Straight to the bakers

They smoking trees

While your boys smoking acres

And they’ll be pissed when I leave

Just like the lifts that we shifted that week

I’m from the streets

Cause that’s all that I know

Fuck these haters and hoes

Dawg I’m trying to get dough

[Don Jaga:]

Fuck them haters and hoe’s

I’m just trying to make dough

Everywhere that I go, I go

I get pussy believe

Money, liquor and weed

Because I’m from the streets

And its all that I know

K Koke On Remand

[K-Koke:]

Fucking hell I’m back here again

Shit’s crazy, Feds think I’m at it again

They kicked off my door, try to tackle the stairs

I’m in my room like, what the fuck is happening here?

The Fed cuff me, sat me down on a chair

He said he’s got me, he’s tryna inject fear

I know it’s not me, they want me, I see things clear

My Gran was wilin’ out like ‘He’s been here’

Written statement, no comment interview

He gave me a smile then asked for an interview

Then showed me a picture of some different yute

(What you tryna say Koke? This isn’t you?)

I’m wide awake though, this isn’t proof

(Ahh let’s charge him and send him on a prison groove)

No bail, for something that I didn’t do

In my cold cell, I feel invisible

[Dappy (K-Koke):]

Ay, if you read between the lines you might just even get it

See I ain’t even lyin’ that’s what everybody say

When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time

Fuck this! Fuck this! That’s just the story of my life

You live, you learn when the tables turn

And that’s when shit don’t turn out exactly how you like

Take a risk and roll the dice

But you might just pay the price (uh, alright)

Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! (yo, yo, yo)

[K-Koke:]

How can I make you understand?

Feds are shuttin’ down my shows puttin’ cuffs up on my hands

They search my whole family

Troubling the band

Shuttin’ down corners and jumpin’ out of vans

They’re talking about firearms, something ’bout a gang

They cut me off Wireless and run up in my Grans

They run in my baby mother’s mother’s yard, lookin’ for some firearms

And didn’t find ’em darg, them man are lying sarge

But who cares another case is closed

Then I caught another case a couple days ago

Fuck, I hope I buss it, man I’m prayin though

Got me looking to the sky like what you playin for?

Why don’t you save me Lord?

How could I even not see my baby born?

Crazy thoughts

Chains and bolts

Stuck up in the system

Just wishin’ that I make it home

[Dappy:]

Ay, if you read between the lines you might just even get it see

I ain’t even lyin’ that’s what everybody say

When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time

Fuck this! Fuck this! That’s just the story of my life

You live, you learn when the tables turn

And that’s when shit don’t turn out exactly how you like

Take a risk and roll the dice

But you might just pay the price

Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it!

Ay, if you read between the lines you might just even get it see

I ain’t even lyin’ that’s what everybody say

When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time

Fuck this! Fuck this! That’s just the story of my life

You live, you learn when the tables turn

And that’s when shit don’t turn out exactly how you like

Take a risk and roll the dice

But you might just pay the price

Fuck it, fuck it

K Koke My Bitch

The first day I met my hoe

Never felt better bro made my dick hard

In the park it’s where I let her blow

I let her know she’s the one that I love

Got her in the roads by my side in the clubs

It’s love and I new it frm the start

I never feel safe when me and her apart like

Rahh she really got me sprung

She got me cooking beef

And you know she’s having some

My Mom don’t like her she can’t stay in my drum

If I was without her my life would be done

Plus she helps me eat

When I’m in need of some fun ting

She’s the main reason I’m the G I’ve become

She goes hood to hood she’s well known in the slums

I love her and I need her so I squeeze her for fun

U know it cuts me deep whenever she is gone

You need a girl like mine if you live where I’m from

I like the strong hoes pretty with a long nose

She gets ritty always with me when I’m on road

So I like to spoil her rub her down and oil her

She dnt fuk with punks cause they seem to avoid her

Shes thugish she only fuks with thugs

She dnt want my DNA

So wen we fuk I wear my gloves like

Trus shes mine and I’m proud

I have the type of girl that will have your head up in the cloud

I love it wen we bang bang I make her scream loud

She goes round after round she makes sound after sound

I can beat her standing up or lying on the ground

There’s always excitement whenever she’s around

For her I’m a feel if u know what I mean

Before we hit the road she likes to roll in my jeans

Likes the roll with the ting pretty little fing

Likes to roll for the creeps

Check this when shes gone I get restless

Cause I need her and I want a new necklace

And she gets me wat I want no exceptions

No ain’t a answer fam I dnt take rejections

She wernt there for me so I started cheating

With this girl that’s 38 on the weekends

She called me a cheater so I beat her up

Now she calls me wife peter shits gettin deeper

She made the feds want me but I still can’t leave her

Cause she alwaisz got my back wen I need her

They’re ain’t none realer shes alwaisz there for me

She never gives me stress so she must care for me

She treats me good keeps her nose by my wood

I never let a man tek my bitch if he could

My bitch goes click clack bang in the hood

Yh my bitch goes click clack bang in the hood

K Koke Way To Go

Tell me what a nigga know about a hard grind

I’m the bottom with the bottle full of hard times

Really round in the darkest nights

To put the killer forward for the 4, shine your light

I know what I do wrong, but right now

my circumstances, they ain’t telling me I should do right

I got no regard for the law, man

So I don’t really care if they saw me

Rob that man, I’m that man, running with the pom pom on my hand

I’m desperate clearly affected, feeling neglected

Thug living get hectic so gimme the respect

Or don’t be another tech on the tech list

Living life so reckless chasing the tech till I’m breathless!

My grind versus mentality treacherous

Don’t think that I have a gift to retire

I’m a guy, another rider

Ghetto survivor!

It’s in my blood, dawg, I was born to struggle

Fuck all y’all beware my hustle!

you really better recognise…

..I really don’t care if I die, tryna survive in this game!

Took pride that I am still alive

[Chorus:]

I’ve been waiting for direction, but I still which way to go

And I’ve been practicing perfection, but it’s not…

I need another reason to see another season

Cause everything you’re teaching is nothing I’m believing

Till I’m wrong, and I’m gone, I’m gone!

Look

I can’t sleep, my thoughts are haunting

Funny dreams, I vision me being deceased

And it causing torment

On my knees, begging please, let me see the morning

And bless me, the death screams, and I hearing it calling

Pain rains over there, but over here its pouring

My mind state is unclear, and I’m not used to talking

Brothers couldn’t walk in the shoes I walk in

To live for my daughters, is most important.

I’m most ignorant, close to hope, ignoring

A open story, life is closing for me!

So I gotta find a way to meet my saving glory

His coming home, and I wanna be here, waiting for him!

So I pray before him, praise, I’m thankful for him

My life on the roads been my anchor for him

I feel the anger forming, clouds and thunder storming

Its bone thugs and me cuz send the streets a warning

[Chorus:]

I’ve been waiting for direction, but I still which way to go

And I’ve been practicing perfection, but it’s not…

I need another reason to see another season

Cause everything you’re teaching is nothing I’m believing

Till I’m wrong, and I’m gone, I’m gone!

K Koke Note To God

[Hook]

If I wrote a note to God

I’d pour my heart out on each page

I’d ask for war to end

For peace to mend this world

I’d say, I’d say, I’d say

I’d say for all the hate to be swept away

For love to overflow

If I wrote a note to God

[Verse 1:]

What would I tell him huh?

I’d tell him ‘nough

I’d tell him I’ve had enough

I’d tell him that I’m mad that I’m bagging up

Why I had to sell grams and let a ‘matic bust

Why I had to stick man for they grands and stuff

Why I had to click, bang on a man, and duck

I’m stuck out on the roads with no-one to trust

I’d ask for forgiveness and ask for love

And I’d tell him that it’s real out here

I got a princess to think about and feed out here

And they want to leave me dead on the streets, I swear

All this on my head, this shit seems unfair

And I’d tell him that my heart’s turned cold

Please forgive me, don’t harm my soul

Please guide me through the path I chose

I had no choice because this the life I know

[Hook]

If I wrote a note to God

I’d pour my heart out on each page

I’d ask for war to end

For peace to mend this world

I’d say, I’d say, I’d say

I’d say for all the hate to be swept away

For love to overflow

If I wrote a note to God

[Verse 2:]

I’d tell him that I’m sorry, please make space for me

Because in my dreams I’m seeing wreaths with my name on it

Memories of my queen, her Dad’s promise

Is that horrid?

I’d tell him that I’m mad from it

It’s killing me, secretly, if I am modest

Recently, I can’t sleep, if I am honest

They’re testing me, they want to see if I am on it

And I’d tell him that I love my Mum

And if it’s beef on the road then I bust my gun

It’s peak on the roads, you get loved by some

Hated by most, the good die young

And I’d tell him that I ain’t never been scared

See the look in my eyes, they will never see fear

Take a look at my life, see, the devil’s been here

And fight to the death? I’m forever prepared

[Hook]

If I wrote a note to God

I’d pour my heart out on each page

I’d ask for war to end

For peace to mend this world

I’d say, I’d say, I’d say

I’d say for all the hate to be swept away

For love to overflow

If I wrote a note to God

K Koke Letter Home

This is my letter home

Mum I’m doing just fine

I can’t moan I ain’t really doing hard time

No phone, I lost it on my third night

Screws run up on my cell on a mad hype

They didn’t get it though, I had to let it go

Out the window just before they crept in slow

I couldn’t plug that that’s where I had my drugs at

Plus my heart was hurting

From the bus’ back

Look, I back all of the mandem

Its me, Dunga and M on the landing

I see Con, see Tawman and Tysen

I see Reppy, see Nevv, see Simon

See Lee, See Joe, see Jim

They come like the whole fucking ends are in the bin

I’m gonna wrap it up now

I’m off to the gym

Please kiss my little princess

And tell her that I’ll ring

Baby boy, keep it together

No it wont be long, please be strong

When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight

I’ll be there at the end with your kiss

Got your letter this morning

Brought a tear to my eye

I can’t get up in the morning

But it’ll be alright

Mum I got shipped out

They got me up in force

From the b cat to d cat they got me on tour

Different jail different places

Different cells different faces

It’s kinda better how this place is

I even got a key to my cell

And a little bit of freedom as well

I’m still making p’s up in jail

Got a b on my sheet

Shottin’ fiends in my cell

Canteen every week got me eating well

Mum you know me I just keep to myself

And hold my hood up like jeans with a belt

I still miss the road though

I still miss the mandem, no homo!

Still counting down the days til I go home

Oh how I miss the road so

now its getting so close

The days are getting longer

Blood got me stronger

Baby boy, keep it together

No it wont be long, please be strong

When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight

I’ll be there at the end with your kiss

Got your letter this morning

Brought a tear to my eye

I cant get up in the morning

But it’ll be alright

Mum I’m kinda stressed out they got me back in scrubs

They accused me of bullying and hustlin’ drugs

I miss my dawg Biggs

That brudda showed me love

And Jimmy clacksons bredrin

It’s me and him reppin’

And my brudda Ginge

You know I cant forget him

We was getting parcels on a next ting

I cant lie, right now I’m kinda frettin’

Police come, and nicked me for attempted murder

They say that I bust a burner

And some other shit that’s unheard’a

And its all done my head in

Fucking humiliating

I got bail now my time feels complicated

I just wanna touch the road and see my baby

I think about her daily

Oh damn how I miss her

I beg you mum kiss her

Tell her that I love her

And daddy’s got her picture

Baby boy, keep it together

No it wont be long, please be strong

When you sleep at night, pray and hold your pillow tight

I’ll be there at the end with your kiss

Got your letter this morning

Brought a tear to my eye

I cant get up in the morning

But it’ll be alright