Said that my bitch was gay, got a billion streams I'm a mainstream rapper He shot coke in Soho House My brodie a mainstream trapper Come around us and get deaded They fuck for free, we don't pay these badders Don't get it confused This is 90% grind 10% talent
I wanna get paid and stay out the way So what's with all the chatting If I'm feeling sad then how do the opps feel? Bro I can only imagine I'm somehow still not used to the lifestyle But I'm slowly adapting I'm planning the exit route I ain't tryna be 30 years old and rapping
Call me a cheat but I own up to it So you can't call me a liar I never took drugs all I did was sell them So you can't call me a buyer If I die before I get rich You can call me broke, but at least I tried I'm not the type to hide my emotion Even though I'm a G, I cry
There's pros and cons to the life that I live So I may never find a companion I'm too rich to go back and fourth with a bitch 'Bout a misunderstanding And I'm too rich to go back and fourth with the opps They don't get a reaction I came from the trenches, now I'm expensive Hitting a bitch from the Hamptons
Remember the times when the line weren't ringing I never had nobody calling Like 8 in the morning, police storm in They're not gonna give you a warning I'm missing the times I would walk down Shoreditch Without fans recording The first time that I stepped in a Bando Bro I was only a school kid
We're growing up quick in the part that I come from Running around like orphans I was 14 having sex, no condom Thinking about an abortion My dad was homeless with 4 children He can't even afford them I love that man But I can't remember the last time I even saw him
I think I need spiritual cleansing I think I need an honourable mention For everything I did for the ends and The things that I did for the mandem Bae don't die for your BBL I don't even find it attractive My hair ain't done If I take off my hat this bitch might think I'm a catfish
I ain't flawless, I been through traumas Baby of course I'm foolish But I'm not stupid I moved mum out the hood before I went jewellers I went OT on New Year's Eve I never came back till August I sat in the trap with a crackhead Smoking crack and it made me nauseous
I got zero trust Broad day robberies, regular here Civilians watch and don't do nothing It might get long if a hero come Which one, fear or love? I think 'bout bro 'n' start tearing up All of the opps are broke and rubbed I want them dead but that's near enoughTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
