Now catch me rollin' on a late night

Mesmerized just staring at the street lights

Looking at my phone waiting for a notification

Or a text message I just want a conversation

I just need that, real feedback

Please feed my ego

Cah psychologically my family's got me feeling feeble

Now every member of my family's unstable

Both of my parents, dysfunctional people

Catch me on my Instagram page zonin'

I find pictures that they've tagged Bugzy Malone in

And I'm stood there smiling

But on my own profile I hardly update cus I spend more time hiding

I'm not the best with the spotlight

They know my from the north-west down to moss side

And I just tell em how it is I'm still a not right

And I would never change the flex I still rock nike

Air max low fade with a lil beard and a moustache

Still paid still weighing z's in a pint glass

Still got the dunlop golf gloves

Still hoping old friends don't provoke us

It's hopeless I wish Harry Potter would say hocus pocus

Help me get rid of the straddlers

I feel like I just fought Marvin Haggler

In 8 ounce gloves, cah my brain's a madness

Since when did I learn to suppress the sadness

Or am I happy

I used to have to serve shots with a tin of baccy

My ex main chick cheated and fell a racky(?)

And left me with more problems than Balotelli

And now I got a ride or die the chick's proper

I'm still serving food like Roy Cropper

From Corrie, I tell Sophie that I'm sorry

Didn't text back when she said she had a thing for me

Catch me staring into darkness

Reminiscing because I will never change

Thinking back to all my unnecessary partners

So many women I just can't remember names

And I remember not having a penny to my name

A packet of cheese and onion crisps, snickers and a nurishment

And that would do my belly for the day

I never saw a Nandos until I made change

And now I order a full chicken and perinaise

For all the days I sat in jail wasting away

I used to have to knock on the door to run away

Until I started kicking them off to lick a raise

I'm no saint

I used to have off coke boys for the cocaine

I used to drive with no licence and road rage

Until I learned to paint pictures with no paint

And then the game changed

But let's talk about the stress for a minute

It's on another level

I don't think they understand when I say turn into the devil

I'm talking about getting so vex

That Godzilla couldn't fuck with this t-rex

I tried to love my family but they couldn't care less

And when I got it right they just seemed to bear left

And every track I make they tell me I should swear less

And I'm just tryna explain that I'm no JLS

And I've been banging on this glass ceiling for so long

Preaching that drug dealing is so wrong

But I'm still on the roads

Slowed down but I'm still on a roll

Can't stand gold diggas still I'm diggin' for gold

Until I see six figures

I'll be banging on this glass ceiling

Til I make the shards of glass shower the roads

I'm villain but it doesn't mean I'm stood on the block

Infact I drove through the hood about an hour ago

Saw the same faces, standing in the same places

Talking bout the same drama on a regular basis

No wonder when they see me they just treat me like I'm famous

And watch me from my jacket down to my trainers

Shit changes, and old friends becoming new strangers

And start telling stories like they work for the papers

Shit changes

Shit changes