Shit’s funny fam, you know how it get’s

I know they don’t love me but they gotta show respect

And sometimes i kick back and i reflect

They took my bro away, they got me thinking who’s next?

I spent days just running up checks

And how my day starts with a text

No breakfast, and i’m probably half asleep

I can’t believe these silly guys try to start with me

I give a advice to stay on track and just on follow dreams

But today i rather go and buy Armani jeans

I’m looking in the mirror like this can’t be me

Sitting in the trap and i’m surrounded by dirty fiends

They had me in the saw, i’m looking for walls

Because I’m stuck to my strip like staples

I need money how Cain needs Abel

And ain’t ever gonna stop til' i’m stable

Cah' i remember i was stuck to my stainless

Becah'my hood got drama like Shameless

And for my life I’m gracious

And so I’m change my number not my staters

And like a pencil fam, I’m on papers

Really on my grind like skaters

I help myself i ain’t own no favours

Cah’ niggas angels turnt bent like Quavers

I got amm i ain’t got no Wotsits

Asked my lil nigga do you wanna see a box flipped?

I’m living life fam, fuck what the cost is

I’m taking care of my youngers like a hospice

Cah' i was stuck in one tracky taking losses

And back then shit was messy like a mosh pit

And then the money started comin’ in often

Cah’ i was hitting home runs like Boston

And then my darg got sauced we nearly lost him

They bait moves it’s free them and nearly cost him

Met the sauce it was a brick that he dropped him

And then the birds got given when they clocked him

I told him cool off and allow all the hot ting

They fucked him over and they threw him on the opp wing

But the clock don’t stop I’m on my gwop ting

You should’ve saw the way it span when he dropped him

Yeah my heart’s real cold now defrosting

I ain’t with the verbal, I ain’t with the waffling

Because we all had to go through the suffering

Until i built a phone, and then i got the buds in

Turning two into fours i was doubling

With the O’Neil’s fresh from Dublin

And then the whip got hot so we bopped it

The on tops fence high, but we hopped it