Nice watch
More than the car's worth
What are you, a rapper?
Suttin' like that
(Rah, it's BKay, unah)
(Pipe it up, PJ)
Yo, yo
I don't know what it is, but this one's different
I can't lie, she just does something to me (I don't know)
I swear them cells were hundred degrees
Now I'm road, babe said, “You coming for me”
No love left, my heart's running on E
This relationship might be trouble for me
She's rubbing my hair while I'm falling asleep
I don't wanna go out, I'm stuck in the streets
Ain't left my pad for 48 hours
I dunno why these screws ain't letting me out
All I'm thinking 'bout is you
And that when I touch I'll be sеttling down (True)
She said, “I know it's the thought that counts
But, babе, when you're out you're never about” (I'm trapping)
I know it don't make sense
But I'm only doing wrong to better myself (Real talk)
All them times on the blue phone, it done that beep
I know your heart would sink
Only got half a bar on the tizz
I'm pissed off that this rarj don't fit (Stress)
I never tell you my release date
I just turn up like, “Hello! Surprise!” (I'm home)
Ay, baby girl, don't cry
All that water's gonna ruin your eyes
I was 12 years old in the flats with my knife
I weren't even trapping, just tryna survive (Bow!)
Nothing ain't dead, but I try
I owe that to all my niggas that's died (Woosh)
Girl, where you wanna go? We can fly
As long as I got a soldier on my line
The way you look back when I hit it from behind
One hand on your neck, one hand on your spine
VO's on the weekend
You fill up the table, crisps and sweets
Them man that said that they had me
I ain't even heard from them niggas in weeks (Pussies)
Or matter of fact, my whole bird
They ain't even wrote or sent no P's
It's crazy because I do a lot of shit for niggas
Inside and out them streets
You know how it goes when you first get bagged
Everyone's upset and putting up throwbacks
These times I can't sleep at night
But you ain't checked in, so you wouldn't even know that
This little slag off the ends had the cheek to write me
And say she want some closure
More time I wanna go off the rails
But I just kick back and hold composure
Green sheets and orange blankets
Why you think my back's filled up with marks
But it's the trauma I see with my eyes
Anything physical I can heal them scars
I got bagged in this hot Range Rover
The judge try say I was stealing cars
He thinks he's got it all figured
But really he don't even know the half
You're probably wondering why I ain't called
I'm just going through shit that I can't explain
I'm with a battle with my mind every day
Where I feel caged in and I can't escape (Okay)
Where I'm from you gotta have the coldest heart
To survive in the warmest place
But right now I got you and that's all I need
So I can't complain
You ever been ghost on a visit
Paranoid thinking that everyone's laughing
On the way back to the wing to banged up
Pissed cah I was just braffin
First couple days no canteen
Default meals from servery, starving (Stress)
Night staff tryna creep 'round
Signal detectors can hear them marching (Dickheads)
I ain't ever been good at phone sex
Dunno what to say, I just wanna fuck
I got all your pics on my wall
My pad-mate laughs and says I'm in love
Do I sound less of a man
If I say that sometimes I say I just want a hug
Sometimes I take you for granted
Having you at home when I'm trapped in the jug
Ahh shit your pussy so good
I get mad at niggas that you spoke to before me
I know it ain't just lust 'cause we can still chill
Even when I ain't horny
Makes me laugh when I see girls in my DMs
Twelve months ago they woulda ignored me
But no one can't take your place
I was flat on my face, you was right there, shorty
I told you I'ma show you the world
You always respond, “That's the jail brain talking”
I can't cap, my life's too real
I gotta go sleep with my sim in my foreskin
Flashbacks to when I had your legs shaking
Now you got a temporary limp when you're walking
Or the real intense late sessions
When I had you on the floor all crawling
I don't know what it is, but this one's different
I can't lie, she just does something to me
I swear them cells were hundred degrees
Now I'm road, babe said, “You coming for me" (Rah, it's BKay, unah)
No love left, my heart's running on E
This relationship might be trouble for me
Rubbing my hair while I'm falling asleep
I don't wanna go out, I'm stuck in the streets
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