Allow me to reintroduce myself
They all think you're the driller when
I've done more, don't confuse yourself
Prideful and stubborn, no way in hell
Would I call you for help
Grade colour D-F
That's one way to make the groupies melt
Go ask the foes if Little Nettles used to hit their block
And then hit him a home run
And if we ain't see no one on their block if we hit up their home
And I done slept on genuine girls but then took in some hoe ones
The scummiest thing that I ever did was run off with whole ones
No open goals, had hoes in situations begging for tappings, facts
The same way my whole hood used to beg me to rap
And since then, they can't tell you even one time I was capping
They nick me for some shit *** did but no way you'll catch me ratting
Her head game out of this world, could be Jupiter
Could be Saturn, could be Neptune, maybe Venus or one of them other planets
Mummy kicked me out the cut, couldn't manage with all the trapping
Started giving cats work to sleep over and this is all facts
Bad timing, my emerald cuts are not lab diamonds
The internet got people whiling
Like, comment, subscribing
Gotta watch what I say, in court they're using lyrics
When you catch a case, you tell the truth
You're dumb if you cap in your raps, you're fucking lame
I'm still cropping pics when I see a Judas in the picture frame
I'm still tagging sticks in cars I whip, cah I don't mind taking chase, okay
I done made paigons relocate
I don't see love, start squeezing hate or them pilates sessions she be attending, now I can't see no waist
You ain't been in no sitch where snitching's beneficial but you
Won't speak on names
But I'm just a rapper boy like what he said, I don't want no RICO case
Face your fate and when you leave home, make sure back you make it safe
*** tried cut through blending but, no cap, all he heard was 808
Used to dream about a hundred racks but I've made a lot more
Bought the Patek for eighty thousand
Used to dream about an offshore, now I'm not sure
From early became the man of my household, but before that I used to look up to my dad like Harry Osborne
The first wappine that I ever bought was a .38 Special
Free A, he's in jail sending niggas to splash hot water from their kettle
And fuck your flowers
There ain't much that I can do with all them petals
I know niggas that used to be him
Now him ain't on the schedule
And I know girls, Chanel-bagged off, living in council flats
I know guys, no jewellery, but made a killing off the trap
I know guys that killed niggas but killed them niggas by accident
I know guys first time going jail, got way more than they could fathom
Got Stevie saying I should be a bigger artist
But the truth is I ain't ever tried in music and always took this shit for granted
Like one day I'm in the booth then the next I'm in the hill
Home is where the heart is
That's probably why I end up right back where it started
Try to stay away from writing songs like this but this shit's therapeutic
Attempt to go commercial but them songs don't ever do shit
Now I'm back in the studio feeling embarrassed and stupid
I'm from the hood where funerals the only time you wear a suit
Niggas saying that I changed, that sounds like whitings, I reckon
And I hope you're not comparing eight years ago to the present
Free Wax, the federalis caught him slipping with a Wesson
He's been touring in Her Majesty's Prison now for a second
I done helped out, got no thanks, I'm assuming they'll thank me later
Parjit gave me my man's address and now I owe her a favour
Mum found dutty and dubs like Dappy, Tulisa and Fazer
She said, "Get out, take your phone and all this paraphernalia"
The sad thing about death isn't even the fact that they die
It's the fact they're dead and gone without even saying goodbye
And you can literally see my pain if you look into my eyes
Chico, they never lie, there's no way you ain't watch that film
And you're a pussy, you'll probably prefer to die before you kill
A midlife crisis had me contemplating growing dreads
I'm from the trench, a stabbing happened outside my mums on my first day out the feds
I know she CC walks already I've been in her bedroom and her bed
Unfinished business two, and money can't buy happiness
It's like all they want is sticks dropped and them shootings, they'll be happy to
I don't need game, I'll be turning bitches on just from my attitude
Got tired of being broke, hitting sales is what I had to do
To live this life, you gotta sacrifice and it might cost lots
Bro, I drifted one of my closest cousins cah he lived on the opp block
Thought I was the man the first week, my phone done a bag a day
Hitting every shot like I need competition eradicated
Look, can't be like him when I'm thirty plus
Adb Beats, I've murdered 'nough
Most these bitches got them a price tag but that just saves me flirting much
Put Doogie to rest with a burner tucked, I'll be the reason burners bust
Telling lies about ***, ran off with a P, he only re's two birds enough
*** said he got grenades but that's a serious thing
T charge and a category A is what they'll put you in
Her pussy so wet I'll be slipping out after slipping in
*** probably thought I was a clown until he got the ying
Trying to convince LSki that ain't worth a crash over
Got hoes from New York to the yam you little pricks would bash over
And they're cool with no strings being attached
And if boydem stop this car, then long story short it's a wrap
Just know we grew up playing money up, we weren't shooting no dice
Put in work with my age group, pulled a way up to dices
When you're humble, you give them room to believe whatever they like
So I'mma start telling myself I'm the greatest rapper alive
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