[Verse 1]

Conversations with a buj fiend turns out I can be a real good listener

We had Tina's flat looking like Boiler room, probably why that cypher felt so familiar

My shorty never liked this phone, she bad to the bone but Elizabeth prettier

Real recognise real, makes sense why most of them pussio yutes ain't feelin' us

My young buy trappin' on Snapchat, lucky if my cats even got data

That's why I can't listen to rap, if call out the cap apparently I'm a hater

Brudda don't get smoked for your diamonds, all of that water could turn a man vapour

Man came on a glide, left with a short back and sides, bro steps with a shaver

Listen there ain't no beauty in the struggle, if there is shit I ain't seen it yet

It's mad how they call me a new school rapper, I feel like a seasoned vet

In the process of doing a whole lot more, I realised I been speaking less

My main cat slurring his speech, a couple of each probably keep him bless

Used to dream about being a rapper but all of that changed as soon as I became one

Used to think that money would solve all my problems until I actually made some

My side ting fire alie, but same way she ain't got shit on my main one

Before it was a 10 minute drive it was a 45 minutes on a ped up the A1

My day ones still the same ones, I was doing up pedal bike shifts in the [?]

You're only as strong as the people around you, I don't rate no one he came with

[?] are killing the working class and I guess I'm the best one to lay the blame with

A Nokia phone and a flick I make the trap kick like N3on and Adin

[Hook]

It's the hardest thing to find what I'm praying for, praying for

So the [?] made it now, is it what staying for

Sick of [?] in silence, echoes in my styrofoam

Something in this silence, feel it bleeding from my bones

I know that I shouldn't but I kinda want to

[Verse 2]

Her body come like a figure of 8, where I'm from dead broke ain't a figure of speech

Bill sutm up for this built up aggression, runtz in a spliff bet they wish it was me

Send him some on a dentist one, my young boy live tryna fill it with teeth

I been in the trap for a million weeks, fuck what my bro done he did it with me

I ain't a gangster I'm a regular guy with a celular line doing serious weight

I can get you a box for 35 bills but I need me a mill, tell me what it's gon' take

Respectfully I don't rate none of them, I don't hate none of them they just all sound the same

Food on my scale this one off the ritcher, giving out pictures without the frame

Conversations with a buj fiend bro I can't listen to this no more

Nokia bullier, class A courier, probably got they re-up on my kitchen floor

In the process of doing a whole lot less I realised they was bitching more

The fat boy better off fighting, brudda don't run if your fitness poor

Imitating man's style I don't know how you didn't feel shame when you wrote that

Somebody hit up this weirdo yute, let 'em know that Glizz wants his flow back

I don't wanna rap 'bout being the best but true say them boy there already know that

Go get your scarfs and hoodies, I'm telling you the winter gonna be cold like