Branches Video (MV)

My FL Studio has deleted all my songs
But you know like God still prevails, init
There's a purpose for everything
You never know

I've seen money grow on trees
That's why the banks have branches (mad)
I've seen man leave their g, I can't give that much chances
Tryna not hate on lee?, that one there is the hardest but
Trying to hate on me?
Why the yute dem hate on their fathers?
Farmers market
League two donnies are outta their league
Keep tryna ball with the goats, in a matter of time he'll be outta the league
Girls in mans city got the wettest, at least
Dog for a pound, I'm off of the leash
Return of the Nat, or return of the Beast
Like uh
Roll in the deep, coulda sent man Ariel, nah
He's under the sea, I wanted a piece
Bro went from white to the brown, thats rice of the peas
Rhyming in these, sylilo-the-quies
I coulda
Opened the door if you gave me the keys
But my man said just give me-
Nah I'm not reading this right
My man said just give some sleep

You niggas is weak as hell
I'd rather do a week in jail
Beat that, like a teachers bell
Intuitive, I been keen as kel
Normal, did it for the cream as well
Dante's inferno, I been through hell
But God made it so that all is well, all is well
Gotta give shouts to Joy, Gotta give shoutouts to MMD
For my people just make some noise, it's ninonat on ur mp3
Whilst I empty these, memories
Of Jemina telling me
Bro you can rap on beats
Trust, a push was just all I need

Sixth form, Kigozi, brodie
Telling man every word I speak
Sounds like a cold bar, it's like bro I breathe 16s
Man talk tough and their voice just crack, ona sweet 16
It's mad coz I been like this from like 16
And your fave MC get sprayed, like widda mac or a M16
On the M60, coz the West Indies and the west Midlands babes
Love them some N4T
I celebrate MEday, coz we weren't supposed to make to this age, let alone 16
Looked up to Fimi, Dave, Simbi, Skeppy, and Unknown T
Who knew an unknown me would do it?, OF COURSE I KNEW, ITS ME

GET TO KNOW
PAPA JOHNS WORKER, GET DA DOUGH
NEVER LEAVE HIS BURNER, FORGET
THE STOVE
FORGET THE ROADS, FORGET MY PHONE
WENT TO A PLACE DAT MAN CANT GO, UNPROMPTED HOLIDAY
I don't even know HOW I'll MAKE IT HOME
BUT PRAISE GOD, IMA MAKE IT HOME (trust)

Tell you 'bout my life, you want an update really?
Until your mind breaks, you wouldn't ever really feel me
I'm giving man the real me, they dont wanna hear that I healed me
They wanna back foot and heel me
Is that so?
London nigga f a back stab, back poke
Half hearted, he weren't really ona gang tho
Can't hold up a light to a nigga that aint never seen a candle
Tell lil sis we can go, when big bro says we can go
Walking with the father like I cant let hand go
And God aint gave me one thing, nigga can't, yet yet yet handle

Shout Anu, shout Royan, shout Debbie
Shout Honey, wherever she is
Shout Phil, shout Darren again, shout ruebyn
Shout Tina, shout the ppl that think I'm dead
Shout the ppl that support man, shout mumzy
Shout Paula, and best for last, All praises to the most high
Last song coming, so why leave?
This is the epilogue, the end of the world is over
The time for death is over
Now time for life
I speak life over everyone who listens, real shi