Risk it All lyrics

[Intro]
(Mikey Joe made this)

[Chorus]
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, 'course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, I went to war for my brother
And in jail I went to war with my cutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother (Woah)

[Verse 1]
She says "Nevеr lose faith" I seen hope diminished
My poor mothеr cried for the whole visit
Looked me in my eyes, said I'm finished
Bro that broke my spirit
I walked back to my cell and I wrote this lyric
I was DMX slipping and my clothes were ripping
Like my shoe didn't fit but my soul was missing
Like my shoe didn't fit but my soul was missing
I was DMX slipping and my clothes were ripping
You was just an inmate, I controlled the prison (Woah)
They're screaming "Jordan's home"
Soon as I walk through the jail, they're screaming "Jordan's home"
And I walk on the wing, people brought me phones
[Verse 2]
Ask Notts man, I move hot as f*ck
Land in the jail, one man up
First day on induct, man try bad me up
That night on soc', slashed the c*nt
Crept up behind him, cracked his skull
Left him on the landing, covered in blood
Ran back to my cell, try wash it up
Seconds later, cell got rushed
Screws didn't find sh*t, shank got flushed
I seen five people die in a couple of months
That jail is f*cked, you get treated like sc*m
My name's Jordan McCann, I'm the real Robin Hood
That's why I get respect in all hoods
Bestwood, Reddy and St Anne's show me love
Mellows, Top V, all the slums
Shottingham love me like I'm Brian Clough

[Chorus]
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And f*ck rap, risk it all for my brother
And free Kane, went to war for my brother
And if I die, give it all to my mother
Little Hulton, I was born in the gutter
My mum's schizophrenic, 'course I'm a nutter
Behind them walls, man we all had to suffer
And in jail I went to war with my cutter
[Verse 3]
Back to back treks bro, back to back trips
R6 exhaust, flames like a blow torch
f*ck GMP, we got our own laws
Break down snowballs
I break down snowballs, wait on phone calls
Knocked out his mum, no rules in road wars
Bro I'm in and out of different jails, reason why the wing would smell
Blue cheese, haze as well, Dale Cregan mind frame
Every night that I'm baked, f*cking up some high grade

[Outro]
Savage in jail, 30 man that I chopped up
Tramps go jail, can't even get a top up, every time I phone home (What, woah, woah)
All you little tramps go jail, can't even get a top up, every time I phone home bro something got shot up (Something got shot up)

Like Jordan's f*cking staunch like, that's why his music blew up so much
Because like, his name's rung bells for years, up and down the country man
Up and down the system man, people have knew his name for years before any of this music sh*t