Who Am I?

I'm in Naij I didn't get shipped I escaped, my life got saved My mumsy thinks I'm a Saint She don't know what I did way back in the day Year Eight had a long ass blade You can't even blame me the streets weren't safe Trust me we ain't the same If you saw what I saw you'd go insane Who am I? A tough young African man I know I was born to be great Even when mum never had much pay She still made sure that her sons were safe But young Saint I was going astray Turned to the roads tryna find my way I know I was called to be more than a rapper I'm searching my soul tryna find my lane Can't lie I don't know what to say But lemme tell you 'bout the days on the ends Back then I never had shit to my name I was young dumb broke tryna make some bread I was thirteen with a shank on my waist Going 'kway on the train in my dusty crep I was smart for my age, no cap But its sad, cah I didn't even make Year Ten Used to run man down in my kickers Now I'm Naij outside in slippers Looking at old school pictures Think 'bout the shit that I did with my niggas I could've been riding a bird no pigeon Now I'm naija speaking in pidgin Omo, e no easy my guy Come to naij' you'll see real life See as I dey, it's just money I like Fuck breast and yansh, it's cash on my mind The truth is there ain't no one in Naij Who's harder than me I could bet on my life I rep my side, green & white till I die And till death do us part, I'mma stick with guys They move left, Saint moves right I'm in my own lane I'm ahead of my time Who am I? A young black boy From South London who the streets called Saint One of the worst in the whole of the ends But you never would've guessed when you saw my face I was raised on the side of the Thames Where the streets ain't safe, guns get blazed I'd spray pepper in any one's face Real Yoruba boy this runs in my veins I'm tryna retrace my steps Right my wrongs, through the bars man's writing It ain't long till I blow, but it's not overnight No lie man it's all due timing I don't even talk too much I just make moves It come like I'm miming You're looking for someone like me You won't find it, why? 'Cause Saint is a diamond Year Seven I could have been a baller Could've got scouted but I was a goon My bro was on trial for academy Till he got caught out pedalling food From the right wing right to the wing I know how he feels cah I fucked up too I thank God for my freedom I could've joined him, but they never had adequate proof From rideouts to okada rides From selling pebs to napeps Long time I aint seen my guys Or stepped my feet on the ends I can't lie I miss all my friends but I can't return the beef is intense My guy died my nigga's in pen I ain't tryna join him so I stick to my pen Who am I? A future legend My favourite weapons, my pad and my pen I've grown up now I'm using my sense I'm using my talent to make some M's Of course I'mma put on my friends Lumz and Tunrin my bro's till death Disrespect, you know what's next It's fully on deck you ain't gotta guess