You just hating 'cause I'm realer than you
My bitch badder than your bitch and I got pictures to prove
And we so high up like we building a roof
I make millions out of nothing from just spilling my truth
Yeah, we still grinding like we got something to prove
Even though we got nothing to prove
Took every risk 'cause we had nothing to lose
Making millions just spilling my truth, spilling my
I sat in my cell and I prayed for this
M told me, "Have sabr, put your faith in this"
This is God's plan, somebody tell an atheist
Blud, I worked on the strip in the rain for this
Ran a hundred plays for this, still running plays for this
Told my mum, "I'm broke", I'm on the roads, I can't stay for this
Fuck I look like, about me get a job
Bitch, my name's KayMuni, I'm the key to the mob
Yo, my shawty from TikTok think that I'm a rapper, I just licked off
All them hand-to-hands make the strip hot
Can't tell her what I really do or where this money came from
I worked for the plug for a month then I became one
Baby, I just left the trenches with the killers there
Yo, they ask me, "Where's Dange?", I said, "He's still in there"
Funny, when he comes home, I'll probably be a millionaire
Christmas Day in the Green, I ate my dinner there
9AM, sending texts, make sure the line's on
You better hope I don't get the lo, I'm finna bine on
Your friends too outside, I prefer the shy ones
You gotta keep a real bitch close if you find one
We're tryna burn a boy, somebody's fucked tonight
I'm feeling paranoid, my spinner's getting tucked tonight
We in the field so don't be running outta luck tonight
And don't phone her phone, she with us in the truck tonight
I'm with my South ting in West but I'm from Brum
I got feds praying that they catch me with another gun
I can't go back, they used to phone the jail and get me spun
I lost so much, I can't accept that we won
But I guess that we winning, living better than I ever did
I gotta say alhamdulilah for everything
Cah I slept on the floor in a cat's yard for a bill
So when Marnz said I'm actually a rap star, it gives me chills
Louis this, Louis that, but truth is, I don't need it
It probably just helps how I'm feeling
Can't put my prison issue tracky on and stay out on the yard
You getting money now, how come you ain't sent none to your dargs?
I'm getting money now, my slim ting wanna get her tits done
Maybe if she does the brick run or at least the stick run
Come on, bae, you know that we thugging
If I tell the truth, a hundred quid ain't really nothing
I just spent that in the wok with the weed man
I'm back now, but trust me, wait till the team land
Bro, she ain't seen man in years, probably wonder how my life is doing
When I caught my case, I thought my life was ruined
But it's calm though, just know I'm doing better than ever, fam
I sent twenty P's to Michael Jackson and they never land
Bro, you better get an umbrella, gang, it's raining
If rap don't work then I'm staining
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