[Verse]

I said, "It's good when we're sober, but it's better on cognac"

Yardman vibe, I beg you get me a strong back

I step in the booth like I'm ready for combat

Little man, you ain't tough, you couldn't wrestle a wombat

I went jail, put your name and your address on my contacts

Sent you bare letters, and you never respond back

And yeah, I forgave, but I never forgot that

And when you send texts, I hardly ever respond back

And I hear I got the game on tenterhooks

Whеn there's beef in my hood, I'm who they tеnd to call

Go and run up on me, you get your tendons cooked

All these arms around me, I might need tentacles

If you don't die, then you're gonna be a vegetable

Your mum looking at you, like "You should've just went to school"

I've seen bad boys snitch, you never read the rules?

Nah bro, that's never been acceptable

Or respectable

In this underworld, I've met hood heroes and felt underwhelmed

So I don't understand when you say you love me loads

When I hear bare jealousy in your undertone

I've hid bare firearms in the undergrowth

You see me doing well, you wanna stunt my growth?

You see me stuntin', cool

But you don't wanna know

All the shit this underdog had to undergo

I said, "It's good when we're sober, but it's better on weed"

My life story'll have you on the edge of your seat

Look, I ain't changing anything I said on this beat

So I'm sorry, Kenny, man, you've got to edit and bleep

They give these dead rappers flowers, you should get them a wreath

Cuz I'm hearin' what they rap, and it beggars' belief

Cah' bro, when's the last time you stepped on the streets?

Or waited for release or let your weapon release?

I said, "It's good when we're sober so let's 'low the stimulants"

Black is beautiful, brown is brilliance

But the yak down and the loud and cigarettes

And now I can focus on how I'm hittin' it

If I never went jail, this might sound ridiculous

But I lost my freedom and found resilience

Stepped outta jail, I hopped out on diligence

Straight back to work, I bopped out on militance

And I'm still with my gun, I bop round and skiddedum

Prayin' that I don't knock down civilians

I've been doin' this since I was a childish idiot

From when TY lived on that house on Billington

We eat chicken foot in this house of immigrants

My mum bucket baths, I'm like, "How indigenous"

I'm lookin' at this album pictures and

I'm thinkin' bout how since how the hood took it, I ain't found my innocence

And they say that drunk minds speak a sober tongue

So let's drink Henny and loads of rum

Bae, I know your body like I know my sums

So if I keep doin' this, I know you'll...

And if I hop off this motorbike, I know you'll run

So I creep on them like Chilli and Left Eye

T-bone steak and I'm sippin' on red wine

But I'm more of a two-piece chicken and Hen' guy

I'm on a date with this girl, and she's just giving me dead vibes

I'm nodding, but I ain't hear a thing that she's said, like

I zoned out time ago, I'm thinkin' some next shit like

How many SIM cards are in my intestines?

Them boys tried to kill me, I said, "Better luck next time"

I caught the boy slippin', and I wet him up ten times

My young boy's itchin' to get on his ped, live

If he gets the green light, you're dead at the red light

No food in my fridge, but I got Hennessy there

No shooters in your clique but you got energy, bare

Speak on my name, but they ain't lettin' me hear

Cuz speak on the Devil, and the Devil appears

Seven years in the wok felt like 70 years

Came out and girls say I look better with hair

God, give me the strength cuz everyone's weird

I feel like I'm doin' the Serenity prayer