Alpha House

Ayy Young bull at the top of the block with the white front door and the corner subtle Cool, but he always in trouble Why you think his bredrins called him Knuckles? Ten years old in beef, dad thinks street's takin' over me Mumsy prayin' for me, but there ain't enough beads on the rosary Raised by the wolves from young, but still in the jungle like Mowgli Always up front when the olders speak So was never as dumb as ones supposed to be Twos in the spliff by the lift It be what it be and it is what it is They said if I tried it, they wildin' And kickin' my shit 'cause it isn't for kids 4th floor's where my ting would've lived If her fam never moved out to Harrow Her dad was a pastor, her ma just paro' I'd take her daughter off the calm and narrow Yute with the peppercorn, yeah I know it seems kinda deep, but they thoughts was shallow Spent my whole life on the market as the target that they point they arrows Control it, then I pass it to Paolo Young kick abouts on Albert Road Coach said, "Come down to trials" 'Cause I coulda got scouted, but I was at home Or I was outside with the homies If only I could've advised me now But even if I was down and out I still come back to Alpha House