[Verse]

Where do I begin?

I know I ain't forgiven for my sins

Mum got a drug dealer for a kid

I wouldn't wish that on my kid

Why I put my love in these quids?

Now it feels like my heart's bout to rip

Never got a wink last night

Thinking bout my cat who took his last pipe

It's kinda peak cah it's my trap line, now his heart's flatlined

And it's OD and it's cause of me

How the fuck my guy switch up over a whore?

And start catting like a fiend, like I owe him a score

How the fuck my guy switch up over some notes?

And start moving like a snake, like Voldemort

How dare my cousin ask for a handout?

When he never spoke up when I'm beefing in my nan's house

How dare my auntie ask for a bag now?

She left me abandoned, I remind her of my dad now

Can't believe I got robbed and half the hood's gassed

Should've known they were fake, the way they're shaking my hand

But I don't need no hand when I'm breaking a slab

So don't put out your hand, I ain't giving out bands

If you're ever wondering if the trap life's really worth it

It ain't picture perfect, more like picture burning

Use your right hand, now you've gotta fucking burn him

Yeah you've gotta fucking burn him

Cause first time mistake, second time choice

You caught him again, now you ain't got a choice

I was robbing phones when man were rocking Cruyff

That's ten years ago, now I'm sitting in a Royce

In a Moncler coat but my heart's still freezing

Cause I'm missing my salat, that's the reason

Should be grateful that my heart's still beating

Cause the kids in Yemen are screaming

No food, no shelter, no light

While I'm bagging up dark with my light

I've got crack on my knife, I'm paid off of crime

Now I know why, why it don't feel right

Rap's working now so I'm sinning in public

Like they didn't know my sins when I was serving the public

On the phone to the cat, "Come where the pub is"

Deep down I'm thinking "Man I hope he ain't undies"

Bro put it in a barrel and slapped the trigger

That's a fourteen year bird that they slapped my hitter

High-risk bang-up, using kettles for dinner

Life's gon' break you when you've got the heart of a winner

Feds found my stash man, I can't deal my grub

And then they boomed my yard man, I can't be my drum

In court they're reading out my drug charges

And mum teared up like "That can't be my son"

About to change my life cah music's winning

I used to serve fiends until my trainers were ripping

Now that's me on the speaker, shit I'm always spinning

Shout out to my fans who gave me a pot to piss in