If she had a grand for every time he beat her
She would be a millionaire
Instead she is broke and broken
She has no more integrity so she thinks to
Please him to earn money she has to sell herself
If he had a grand for every line
He would be a millionaire
Instead he’s broke, spitting broken bars
No more drive so he stand on the Camden high road
Waiting for someone to come up to him asking for an eighths.
She’s slumpt against the toilet door
Trying to get her fix before she goes to work
She only started snorting coke coz it was cool
Now no one wants to sign her, coz her face aint the same
He’s running, shanked man for his oyster
Wearing dark clothes, hiding the blood.
Not wanting to go to prison, but needing to get to the studio
He doesn’t realise he was caught slipping on CCTV
She wakes up, in the middle of a bed
Silk sheets, an empty bottle of champagne clutched between her tits
Her head pounding like she was last night - hardcore
She sees a grand on the bedside table with a thank you note
He buys her pussy
Buying it, coz it’s the only
Way he knows women sleep willingly with him
Its his addiction,
Fuelled by the PIMP called money
She dresses like she is rolling in it
look at her bank acoount its overdrawn
brassed, to fuel an addiction for Gucci
She is a slave to fashion and money
Jazzle and Ragz try to
Earn it without it corrupting their minds
Trying to avoid being seduced into the high life
They gotta keep it real, or forget their roots
Cant live without it
Constantly needing it
Spitting and writing to make it
This is the reinvention
I want I want I want
that’s the chant a mother hears
From her kid when shes in Brent cross
The kid don’t realise Daddy sells mommy
Just so they can eat
The teenage son lifts anything
That aint pinned down
Just so he can compete with his mandem
On who has the best phone
She slips her hand deftly in to the strangers bag
The wallet poking out, begging to be picked
She does it to fuel her drug habit
Started by her career
Jazzle, turns down the glamour modelling offer
2 grand to get her kit off seems tempting but
She refuses coz she is rich in integrity
Ragz, turns down a clash,
Publicity to increase record sales,
He refuses coz hating only make you poorer.
This is the reinvention.
Evils of Money / Comeback
Money is societies dirtz
The ways of getting it are just as bad
There aint no honest way when your 19
And livin in LDN, where the endz u rep
Determines what you do to get P
Central peeps use sex,
South use weaps
North use drugs,
East true gangster thugs
West use robbery
In London this is just our commodity
Some of us try to make our living in an honest way
Like trying to break into the music scene
Or even flaunting what we got for magazines
But we are trying but the demand for the next big ting is what turns us
So as we sit in our yards, ways of making money come to mind
Prostitution, benefit fraud, A/Cs, shotting weed,
Robbing yards, shotting da PS3 and TV
All to pay for the new Ipod, or freshest crepes
Champagne, silk sheets or VIP tables for top clubs
Females selling their bodies to get dough
Men using the wifeys to do the drug running
Fathers telling sons to rob banks instead of hitting the bitch
Just coz she wont pick up the draw at 4
Mothers telling daughters to put more clothes on
Not knowing its all gonna come off just so she can get a pack of fags
Brothers and sisters getting stabbed and shanked
For their phones and oyster cards.
Some of us like Ragz and Jazzle
Aim for the stars from the gutter
Constantly graftin making sure they aint stereotyped
Just coz their age and professions
Its time for a revolution and
This is the reinvention….
What would you do to get a million quid?
Sleep with somebody famous and file a paternity suit
Rob a bank
Sell your soul trying to sell drugs
Marry someone old enough to be your grandparent
Take part in an A/C
This is what most kids would do living
In London and broke.
All committing crime just to
Wear designer clothes and have the latest gadgets
Whilst fuelling a wild party lifestyle,
Sex weed and booze
EMA spent on JD and fags
But people like Jazzle and Ragz
Try to earn a living in the honest way
Whilst trying to get off benefits
And on to the road of fame.
But that leads to even more temptation
Having to buy the finest bling
And having to avoid getting into debt
Coz everyone is doing coke and that’s a
Grand a gram, The temptation to car jack
Grows when your passing a rolls Royce phantom
Looking at the cash machine in horror when you see ,
Your balance in over draft, even if it is 49 p
Your flashing back to when you had over 5 grand in your account
Just last week, your mind reels when you price up
Your over excited shopping spree,
A grand and a half on upgrading your man,
A weekend away to see your nan and go clubbing - £400
£600 in Ann Summers
2 grand on refurbishing the flat in Ikea
£500 on going on dates.
You don’t realise how quick it goes
And when your broke sitting in a cold yard
You think damn if I only spent that money wiser
Then you think Money is evil and as you start a fresh week
Graftin, you feel this is the reinvention.
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