"The Youts" lyrics
(feat. Bashy, Scorcher)
Boom blast, yo
Oi, some of these youts need to slow down, you know
I'm telling you, don't be in a rush to grow up
'Cah you're only rushing to get into your grave
There's only one life we're living, you know
You haffi think about what you're doing certain times
Oi, Scorch, Bashy, help me out here
Look, they've got balls 'cah they roll with the gunners, they get cold in the summer
They cop Os, get another, then the fun starts
Ayy, na-na-na, yeah
Look, they've been on road from the sun fall to the start of the day
They're tryna turn 7 to 45 by a quarter to eight
They like America, so they break notes to get quarters and change
They're caught in a race, ha, and that's the same route that they take
It's unfortunate in ways, but on the other side, it's cash-in-hand
And another life ain't matching grams, grams make the weight
That makes the papes, that's actual maths, add, subtract
They've got characters, [?], they gain weight to add to their stack
Try snatch from his racks and you'll feel like you've been trapped in Iraq
You can get a tan from a man, or get shot tryna get shots
Oi, Wretch
Oh, you know what, fam?
As soon as you handed me this beat
I started thinking about the families of Richard Holmes and Carl Dobson (for real)
They've both lost a son (away from the music)
But you know what, yeah?
It's the reality of the street right now
Hear what I'm saying (oi)
Where's Scorcher? (listen)
Look, look
I was daydreaming; the middle of the day, I had a dream
I stopped, I woke up, and then I thought "uh-oh"
The olders need to fix up
Becah' the badness that we're dealing with, the youngers dem are only gonna follow
This badman lifestyle, it only ever ends in sorrow
You can get done today, can't talk about yesterday tomorrow (dead)
Make your own decisions (yep), don't be influenced
Me and Ghetto squashed the beef, now Bashy's on tracks with The Movement
I could have listened to the roads and done something stupid
Draw for the tool quick over some bullshit, man coulda dead over music
Nah, that would have been foolish; RIP to Richard
Learn from others' mistakes; you don't wanna end up where Crazy Titch is
You've gotta listen to what he's saying (it's true)
You've gotta learn from others' mistakes (believe that)
You've gotta learn from the mixtapes
Wretch
Oi, Bashy
The streets are getting so hot (Movement)
And these youts are getting colder by the day (everyday I see them)
I see them (crazy)
They ain't got no respect, no manners (I see it in their eyes)
They're cold
I'll break it down
These youts are so cold, so road
They don't wanna learn all their sums
Nowadays, they wanna learn all the guns
And it's all for fun
'Til somebody gets shot dead when the stick burst
Heard they're riding a big bird
They grow up so fast; one minute they're bunking games at school
Next minute they're pumping and aiming a tool
You know the cycle
They come to blows with rivals
Next minute, they close their eyeballs
Aim and blow the rifle
They ain't got perfect aim but practice makes perfect
And they don't stop to think twice if it's actually worth it
They're more like "clap him, fuck it
I've got the MAC, let's buss it"
We ain't afraid of big men
They pop chains in the raves 'cah they came with big skengs
And they're boas'y with it
Five years on the hip and they're cosy with it
I dare you approach the kiddies with your world of stripes
Let's see they won't burst your pipe
I swear to God, they'll swerve, they ride
In the streets, it's getting hot
And the youts dem ah get so cold
In the streets, it's getting hot
And the youts dem ah get so cold
In the streets, it's getting hot
And the youts dem ah get so cold
Searching for food for the pot
They'll do anything to fill that gap, whoo
Oi, some of these youts need to slow down, you know
I'm telling you, don't be in a rush to grow up
'Cah you're only rushing to get into your grave
There's only one life we're living, you know
You haffi think about what you're doing certain times
Oi, Scorch, Bashy, help me out here
Look, they've got balls 'cah they roll with the gunners, they get cold in the summer
They cop Os, get another, then the fun starts
Ayy, na-na-na, yeah
Look, they've been on road from the sun fall to the start of the day
They're tryna turn 7 to 45 by a quarter to eight
They like America, so they break notes to get quarters and change
They're caught in a race, ha, and that's the same route that they take
It's unfortunate in ways, but on the other side, it's cash-in-hand
And another life ain't matching grams, grams make the weight
That makes the papes, that's actual maths, add, subtract
They've got characters, [?], they gain weight to add to their stack
Try snatch from his racks and you'll feel like you've been trapped in Iraq
You can get a tan from a man, or get shot tryna get shots
Oi, Wretch
Oh, you know what, fam?
As soon as you handed me this beat
I started thinking about the families of Richard Holmes and Carl Dobson (for real)
They've both lost a son (away from the music)
But you know what, yeah?
It's the reality of the street right now
Hear what I'm saying (oi)
Where's Scorcher? (listen)
Look, look
I was daydreaming; the middle of the day, I had a dream
I stopped, I woke up, and then I thought "uh-oh"
The olders need to fix up
Becah' the badness that we're dealing with, the youngers dem are only gonna follow
This badman lifestyle, it only ever ends in sorrow
You can get done today, can't talk about yesterday tomorrow (dead)
Make your own decisions (yep), don't be influenced
Me and Ghetto squashed the beef, now Bashy's on tracks with The Movement
I could have listened to the roads and done something stupid
Draw for the tool quick over some bullshit, man coulda dead over music
Nah, that would have been foolish; RIP to Richard
Learn from others' mistakes; you don't wanna end up where Crazy Titch is
You've gotta listen to what he's saying (it's true)
You've gotta learn from others' mistakes (believe that)
You've gotta learn from the mixtapes
Wretch
Oi, Bashy
The streets are getting so hot (Movement)
And these youts are getting colder by the day (everyday I see them)
I see them (crazy)
They ain't got no respect, no manners (I see it in their eyes)
They're cold
I'll break it down
These youts are so cold, so road
They don't wanna learn all their sums
Nowadays, they wanna learn all the guns
And it's all for fun
'Til somebody gets shot dead when the stick burst
Heard they're riding a big bird
They grow up so fast; one minute they're bunking games at school
Next minute they're pumping and aiming a tool
You know the cycle
They come to blows with rivals
Next minute, they close their eyeballs
Aim and blow the rifle
They ain't got perfect aim but practice makes perfect
And they don't stop to think twice if it's actually worth it
They're more like "clap him, fuck it
I've got the MAC, let's buss it"
We ain't afraid of big men
They pop chains in the raves 'cah they came with big skengs
And they're boas'y with it
Five years on the hip and they're cosy with it
I dare you approach the kiddies with your world of stripes
Let's see they won't burst your pipe
I swear to God, they'll swerve, they ride
In the streets, it's getting hot
And the youts dem ah get so cold
In the streets, it's getting hot
And the youts dem ah get so cold
In the streets, it's getting hot
And the youts dem ah get so cold
Searching for food for the pot
They'll do anything to fill that gap, whoo
