No licence drink driving
I Could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade I'm still shining
You know real back in style let them hate cuh they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling but
I know she looking down proud God blessed me I got rich off pain
Convicted criminal
Living pitiful
Forever ridiculed
Troubled individual
Miserable unmissable
Can't communicate so get physical
Typical sometimes I wish I was invisible
These thoughts are intrusive and P seems elusive
I got rich off pain so it's all inclusive
And he alone walks on the path he chooses
But how you change on me? you used to pass me twoses
I'm sick of these cells but these bars are soothing
Now when they make a offer they just can't refuse him
Keep it real with me please I'm insisting
The money can't make up for the dargs I'm losing
I'm fighting for my life there's no chance I'm losing they
Stay assuming while I'm resuming
Check my resume and I keep improving
I make millions I don't make excuses
No licence drink driving
I Could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade I'm still shining
You know real back in style let them hate cuh they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling but
I know she looking down proud God blessed me I got rich off pain
Ambitious driven hard working
Perfectly imperfect
Straight talking genius tryna see the best in people
Legal Muslim peaceful
Can't be recalled
Can't be black balled
Clean hearted factual
Steer my own ship I'm the Admiral
OT beef I come round and make the trap warm
Running from police in the shoes that the crack bought
Everything they throw at me it bounces off the backboard
Do you love me or you hate me? 'cause this shit's confusing
And when you talk to me it just gets abusive
I'm talking to myself and my dreams are lucid
I'm sick of this game and the fame's a nuisance
Im sick of my city and these kids are ruthless
I'm sick of this system and their institutions
I got a whole lotta years I ain't recouping
Michael Scofield I became the blueprint
No licence drink driving
I Could turn my lights off and still stay in my lane
I was Crown Court trialing
Now I'm backstage tipsy with the guys and I can hear them all screaming my name
In the shade I'm still shining
You know real back in style let them hate cuh they know we are what they ain't
I miss seeing nanny smiling but
I know she looking down proud God blessed me I got rich off pain
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