[Verse]

I'm still young with a lot to learn

We earn stripes the way we burn mics

We turned life to something, we gots to earn

I've seen best friends lost and turned

To use drugs with a rock to burn

Their life that was got me hurt

'Cause I'm 'bout to go across the world

I got a property with stocks and firms

But one problem, I lost my girl, it's not worth it

You can probably tell I'm like Oliver Heldens

When I drop, I'm in overdrive

I own the mic, I'm stoned for life

I'm non-stop when I drop

This is hip hop, constant work, ah

I had dreams when I dropped this verse

From couch surfin' to concierge

Had a dream I was never the same

And then I walked down memory lane

I was takin' a step back, makin' a setback

I'mma get the money in a day off M caps

I'mma get the cheese then a jetski

Then in ten weeks, OD, seventeen, seen death, lad

I went Usain with the pack of Jamaican kush

And then I bolt to the dealer

Then I went Bruce Wayne with the bat

Got electrical wires and my voltage'd kill ya

My pack's outta Amsterdam, I got the edible weed

Man to man got incredible steez

Man to man got incredible trees

I got the steez by the billy like I'm Waltzing Matilda

You can't find the fault in my skills, brah

Medicare, bulk for the bills

Still up with the sicker than sick lyricists

Sicker than sick, I'm six-six-six, pop the wheels

I got a brand new push bike, I don't wanna push white

I don't wanna see what a jail cell looks like

Why is it so bad to wanna be the good guy?

Why is it so bad to get up out the hood life?

Be real, my story might buzz

We live within a fucked-up world

That loves to see youth to glorify drugs

I did shows to four or five cunts

Didn't make coin but shut down the set

Then sold the whole tour in four or five months

Now cunts all mad, they forty-five plus

And they still doin' sets for four or five hunge

Let me talk 'cause I got the wisdom

Yeah, I love my life but I hate myself

I'm a walking contradiction

I stay call to the constant mission

To provide a life for my day ones

Yeah, I'm straight up, blazed up with the crops to spliff

Because Chill's got a lot to live with

And brudda, I don't wanna see my brudda with no pots to piss in

Hands down, work 'til I'm rich

Still got ounces, burnin' the spliff

Mistakes get made, my brudda, it's all good

Mistakes, they get made, so you learn from the shit

Yeah, my last girl, yeah, I'd better not say

Mistakes that got made, wanna murder the bitch

But at the same time, we fuck for good vibes

Then baby, goodbye, I'mma swerve to the chick

On a late night, but I don't do date nights

Straight back to the hotel, play time

Got her boyfriend all up on FaceTime (Ahh, fuck off)

Ayy, I can't feel ya

I'mma smoke two blunts and get so high

I don't wanna be a drug dealer

But I still rock Nikes like Slowthai

Kill me, tell 'em that I won't die

'Cause a MC got a buzz like blowfly

So I just watch the time go by

Ticker-tick-tock on a watch, you might blow mine

Argh, money is stressin' me

Pac told me, fuck all my enemies

Don't give a fuck when I'm high

You bruddas can't fuck with my energy

[Outro]

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