Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah (Yeah)
Ooh, woah
Ooh, woah (Ooh-ooh)
Ooh, woah (Yeah)
Ooh, woah
It was a minute since you heard from me
The tables turnt and people turnt on me
It depends who the person is if I take it personally
Bro's mum died, he had a daughter on the same day
And since then, I ain't looked at pain in the same way
'Cause even when we lose, we gain in some strange way
And even when we choose our lanes, we have to change pace
I guess this is me sharing in a safe space
The only mask I'm wearing is a brave face
Cancel culture wanna scare us with their fake rage
But if you can read the room, we on the same page
Code names, sign language, hand gestures
There's times when I speak on behalf of my ancestors
Nanny died, granddad stole what nan left us
Like it wasn't bad enough already nan left us
Fuck niggas now, it's all I know
My generosity is at an all-time low
I could never call my friend before I call my bro
I don't expect nothin' more, it's cool, my bro
I could do a DMT trip, or I could board the plane
Either way, when I came back, I never thought the same
Rappers can't stunt on me, I'm the realest here
Most of your souls are at the entry of the Hall of Fame
Last time, warned and never pressed enough physicals
I'm blessed, and I'm spiritual, expect a fucking miracle
God used me as a vessel, my brothers are lost in jobs
They doing for the devil to be frank, I'm no saint, I'm more Franklin
I'm in the devil's playground, there's no saints where I'm standing
Young boy nearly lost a leg playing 'round with the antique
Last man standing, tech chase and leave the car abandoned
Done tings in front of those who said it can't happen
Done tings many people can't fathom
This is Christmas day, I'm past rapping
This is just shit I wan' say ask Shannon
It's 2:30 A, and I'm in the dark planning
Thinking 'bout my grand's theft, and I don't mean a carjacking
See, most of us will spend most our lives meeting deadlines
My brother, that's a walking zombie or a dead life
Monday to Friday, I'm morning school running
But I'm hardly ever home to see my kids before it's bedtime
Mummy wasn't rich, and my excuse is getting money for my kids
But they would rather I was present and could spend time
You won't know the pain until you're old and grey
Last legs and your children ain't standing by your bedside
My dreams are the reason I don't sleep that much
I paid the price, who knew it would be that much?
I'm a liar, I'm like, "Yeah, fam, keep in touch"
Knowing fully well we ain't gonna speak that much
I'm sick and tired
How long can they keep this up?
All that basic fake shit, they feedin' us
We're the fire, just cool now, I'm heating up
I feed the mind of Isaiah when I teach my son
Oh, I have to leave more than blood diamonds to my bloodline
I told my daughter she should never ever trust guys
I'm with my niece and my nephew up in the sunshine
Family go over everything, I'll be careful when I'm minding my own moves
I've shed so many tears behind these Ray-Bans
For the next twenty years, I want some payback
Better get it back in the blood if it's the last thing I do
'Cause they was praying on my downfall, tryna raise hell on me
How you go and see the Juju man and try and put a spell on me?
You better get your money back, I'm prayed up, it won't work well on me
Can't let these paigons live, 'cause they'll tell on me
It's a felony
And it's all 'cause of jealousy, uh
Please don't jealous me
I would stop between a rock and a hard place
I'm bred as child, as me as a stepping stone
If you lame, they gon' leave you with scar face
How could I be your brother and not let you know?
See, I been living life in a fast lane
I pulled the throwback and no one let it go
Nearly died in the car chase
How I'm still alive? Only heaven knows
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