Cup half-full, looking at the upside
Could be a sandwich and a Penguin for my lunchtime
I could be pushing point-ones on the front line
For all the times that I got pinched and kept my tongue tied
It's like I'm living in the Upside Down, I seen some stranger things
On my life, it kept me up nights
Edward Scissorhands the way I cut ties
I'm still killing 'em even if I bring a knife to the gunfight
I still got cats that slide for a one-pipe
I know they compare me to these rappers that I'm unlike
I know that I'm real and that comes with being unliked
I'm the one who got a deal and stayed grinding like I'm unsigned, unsung
I can't let these piggies or these pussies ever take me from my purpose
From my young son
I just keep falling and I'm tripping like my shoes is undone
I'm having nightmares of what I'm gonna do to someone
I treat these yutes like zoots, at any given moment, I'm due to bun one
Or I'm thinking 'bout bunning one
Even when I'm with honey buns
And she just wanna blow me like some bubblegum
What the mother's cunt, no tick, you better pay up front
I can never rate no pussio that guns and runs
I know you're a joke, I'm waiting for the da-da-dum
East End, I'm blowing bubbles in the summer sun
And in the winter breeze, I got all this ice on like I'm Mr. Freeze
But we can still lick it and can split the Ps
Or go two ways on some big machines
Let that corn just whistle, no sympathy
London City, all these sirens like a symphony
Welcome to my crack house and now it stinks of weed
I'm in studio, I barely get a wink of sleep
I have the strangest dreams, no risk of peace
I can't feed you, I can teach you how to fish for feasts
I paid for funerals and bails, ten quids to briefs
You got lots on your plate, but the goal's to eat
Ain't you got shit to do or shit to sell?
You're just someone who's always got shit to speak, what the disrespeez?
Fuck Christmas, they run in any crib with trees
The way I shine in the shade, it's like I been Belize
Either you rapping or you trapping, ain't no in-betweens
Rule one, never speak on what you did, capisce?
Edward Scissorhands the way I cut ties, ties (Cut ties, cut ties, cut ties)
The way I cut ties
I'm still killing 'em even if I bring a knife to the gunfight, fight (Gunfight, gunfight, gunfight)
Edward Scissorhands the way I cut ties, ties (Cut ties, cut ties, cut ties)
I'm still killing 'em even if I bring a knife to the gunfight, fight (Gunfight, gunfight, gunfight)
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