It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and
Growing up I was a bright child
But due to my lifestyle went quite wild
I see how it impacts on my family
Bruddas round me either getting stacks
I might just zone out, back to reality
Didn't bring my phone out so
You know my set's busy get Lizzy
Turn those grands to fresh strizzys
Yeah you know my S snippy
Your whole gang F with me, it'll get sticky
I seen plenty food before I turned twenty-two
No money for war so why's your clique hyped?
I'ma bun him for sure, fuck a fist fight
Plus this prick washed, he the bitch type
We've got this shit locked like a pitbike
It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and
Kick the door down, I saw a few girls
That was a well move, G we moved well
Chopped up the food and put
Just another story from Wales
Every grinder's got a story to tell
Some are dead or probably smoking
Or probably sitting in jail
I ain't tryna tell you this
Listen fam I'm burning the cannon
Just another story from Jahanam
Just another story from the bin
Rain's still pouring as well
Pain's still pouring as well
Just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and
It's Timbar and Pak-Man back to back
Prick you better back your chat
They wanted blacks on blacks
Now bruddas beefing but if I clap the prat
I'll leave his mother weeping
I've had dreams I'm sleeping
I've had dreams I'm beefing
Front line broad day where
I see them on the roads, I see their arse cry
Cause someone on the roads living hard times
I stay bagging up them O's on that hard grind
They say I'm cocky with the flow
Still my dargs shine rest in peace to Tafari
In the dirt with my brudda
We live a fast life, it's the story from Hell
From the dark side, still I ask why
Poverty will make them bark nines
And the government start crimes
It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
It's just another story from Hell
In the slums where they want
The bruddas warring as well
It's just another story from Hell
Try relate if you can and