Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Redditch…
Town full of lads who talk like dons,
But man can’t spell “honour” or back their songs.
Man get gassed ‘cause they know one plug,
Whole postcode hype off one man's grub.

Bare trap chat, no trap in sight,
You lot pitch dark but avoid that light.
Said he’s out here, said he’s on job—
Bro, your ting’s on pause and your man got robbed.

Truth is—Redditch got too many actors,
Talking like shooters, moving like pastors.
Fake drill dreams and repost captions,
Meanwhile mums can’t sleep from the madness.


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[Verse 2]

Look…
How you got man pushing gear near parks,
Then come online like it’s pure good hearts?
Kids in the back while they race that car,
And the same ones cry when the roads bite hard.

Snapchat stories of “money made clean,”
While your sister’s crying and your bro’s on lean.
This ain’t beef, this is mirrors and schemes,
I just pen what I see when I walk these scenes.

Town been soft since the pride went missing,
One good elder and the rest start switching.
This ain’t rap, this is quiet conviction,
Redditch move mad—I just draw the depiction.


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[Verse 3]

See, they all want views, not legacy,
They want war, not therapy.
They want masks, not clarity,
Man post pain like parody.

Same lads that bark in the group chat,
Fold when it’s time to recoup that.
Same lads that ride with their chest out,
Fold when the court date’s in two flats.

And I ain’t sayin' I’m perfect,
I’ve seen roads, done pain, felt verdicts.
But difference is, I kept that burden,
While you man tweet like pain’s just wording.


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[Outro]

This ain’t for the ones who grind and graft,
This is for the ones who lie and mask.
Redditch ain’t bad, it’s just gone off track—
And I’m here to remind them, truth talks back.