[Verse]

Everything I wanted as a yute, now I've done it all

If I put my mind to it, anything is possible

Wish that I could fly away, anywhere that's tropical

Nothing can't get in my way, I'm dodging all the obstacles

R.I.P. my nigga Troopz, remember when I got the call

All the bruddas cried at your funeral, that shit was horrible

My Mrs, she just lost her mum, I watched her die in hospital

R.I.P. Audrey, I've got the girls, I've got them all

And last year my granny passed away as well

So when I die I'll go to Heaven cah this place is Hell

Granny always told me "Never changе" so I remain myself

I wish that she could see mе, I was rapping at the Maida Vale

I'm not a mirror, bitter people cannot make me bitter

I'm a winner, tell my kids I wasn't born a quitter

Daddy's a champion, plastic rappers can't ramp on him

Tell my youngers "Cool down"

They've always got their nank on 'em

Tell my youngers "aim for greatness"

All they know is making razors

They just want the latest trainers

Keep on wishing that they're famous

Niggas think I'm made of favours

Balling like I play for Lakers

Everybody says I'm due to blow so why's it taking ages?

I ain't frustrated, I'm grateful and I've got mates that made it

I ain't impatient but lately changing, I'm hating waiting

Cause I'm the greatest, there ain't no maybe so we ain't debating

My songs on radio, I'm in the game, they play the station

Stay forever driven, I don't sleep, I'm never kipping

Repetition, sick of these conditions, I need better living

Ain't a penicillin that could stop this inner demolition

When I'm broke my friends are missing

Only with you when you're winning

I was down, no one picked me up like the ex was ringing

Speaking at these seminars and exhibitions, spread my wisdom

Where's my promotion cah I'm ready for the next division?

Rappers getting bread from snitching

Swear that shit's against tradition

6ix9ine, I don't like the rapper or the sex position

I've seen these tricks before, you're just a pretend magician

I'm pressing women with expensive linen

I know you're from the gutter

So it makes you happy when you're Fendi dripping

Anything my pen has written proves that I'm the best edition

Everybody claims they're real but they don't know the definition

Nowadays the ends are splitting, how come I can sense division?

Free my hitta Henry, sent him prison, had intent of killing

Who's really there for you when you need 'em?

Cah I can't see them like the air that we're breathing

They only call you for the motive on the weekend

My nigga's selling crack but that's his only way of eating

Daydreaming, I stay scheming, I ain't sleeping

When you finally find yourself it's such a great feeling

I hate dealing, I'm playing demon to break even

I smoke weed to cure the pain but it just ain't healing

My mates all hate policemen, the way they take our freedom

I've got some crazy feelings I ain't afraid of preaching

I don't know what they believe in but I don't respect the law

I never talk, I never will, I kept it real in every form

Do they protect me or do they just inspect me for

Something I ain't done and claim I'm someone I ain't met before?

I've been grinding twenty-fours, I was taught protect my thoughts

I ain't watching how the rest perform

I hope I reach the Heaven doors

Lately I've had better days, still I wish for many more

I was smoking premature, rapping with the metaphors

Ganja came from California, what you snort's from Ecuador

You ain't getting served or getting yours if you're a tenner short

You ain't gangster, you ain't even started on the entry forms