Better Way - Novelist

I’m tryna make a better way

I’m showin' love so I can get rid of the pain

Still in the hood, I’m thankin' God I’m here today

He’s got my back, I’m never lacking when I pray

The sun’s out

And I’m feelin' good, not feelin' run down

Lookin' at the sky, I don’t know why, but my head’s above clouds

Ain’t got one doubt, good energy don’t run out

I’m keepin' it real with the g’s, we make our mums proud

Bassbox in the back of the drop-top, tubs loud

Cruisin' with the gang, and nobody pulled the guns out

Ain’t nothin' like when all of the mandem come out

And it makes my day when I get me a Flake for one pound

G-step comfortably, alone when I’m with no company

I greet my ebony sisters, lookin' lovely

The gang is what I love to see, Novelist I come in peace

So keep it real with the kid cos' I’m a southern G

South-east;

that’s where I’m from and I walk with G-O-D

From Lewisham borough, the colour is B-L-U-E

Tell a younger 'walk with me'

And I make them talk with me

And I teach them manaman about makin' p’s, they’re makin' p’s