Money Or Victims? (Kayla’s Story) lyrics

[Verse]
Yeah, I knew this one girl when I was younger
And we was real close like sister and brother
We was playing out, I used to let her wear my jumper
Her mum was a crackhead on the block and everybody used to cuss her
And her uncle was a nutter called Steve
Real sc*mmy lookin' brother, but
This was just everyday life in the gutter
Before I blew a bag, before I made my first oner
I was innocent and pure like I wouldn't melt butter
Way before I was a little drug runner
As the years go by, we're getting older, she's getting buffer
But sh*t at home for her seems to only get rougher and
One day she told me some sh*t that made me shudder
When she broke down and said that Steve used to touch her
I said we should run away 'cause I ain't tryna see you suffer
Then she looked at me and smiled and said, "Promise you won't tell nobody"
Then she broke down again, I had to hug her
But sh*t's changing in the hood, I'm on the come-up
I started getting bread, picking grub up
And I got this .38 spin
And the grip's all rubber with my finger on the trigger
Every time my line rings, I'm just praying it's this Steve motherf*cker, I'ma kill him
But then I went away, they locked me up for four summers
Sixteen seasons, but when I'm back, sh*t's gettin' tun up
Said when I'm back, sh*t's gettin' tun up
I'm thinking 'bout homegirl, I wrote her a letter, she never wrote back
I heard she started sniffing with this prick who said he loved her now
Sniffing ain't enough and she's piping with her mother
I said sniffing ain't enough, so she's piping with her mother and
Now she's twenty-one, she's afflicted with the sickness
She cries every time she sees herself in old pictures
She f*cks and sucks shottas and punters, it's all business
And the first time she ever took brown, she got addicted
She had a crack baby, her little princess got adopted
She tried to get clean but couldn't seem to go the distance
Now life ain't life no more, it's an existence
And sh*t just got me thinking, am I making money or just victims?
So when I say I'm selling death, I know the difference
I said sh*t just got me thinking, am I making money or just victims?
So the years go by and I'm a trappin'-arse rapper
I still kick it with homegirl and her boyfriend's my bagger
I give him two dark and make you do the Mo Farrah
I said I give him two dark and make you do the Mo Farrah, but
Let me not forget about that pus*yhole Steve
'Cause I ain't never told her and she wouldn't believe
I served him on a back road in Dagenham East
By the sh*tty bando where I was bagging for weeks
I beat him with my bare hands, I weren't letting him speak
And when I couldn't beat him no more, I dragged him up on his feet
He said, "Who the f*ck are you?" He was begging me please
Blood p*ssing from his face as he struggled to breathe
I said, "You sc*mbag nonce, I'm a friend of your niece"