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Look it's hard to speak with a handful of pebs in your mouth probably why I never say a lot whenever they see me in public

The school of hard knocks where if you don't come back with a stack, you go home with a buss lip

Run in and done that cat how I done him just so man know, I ain't someone to fuck with

But wouldn't do man how they done me

Shit, I guess it's a different cloth that I'm cut with

Two I-C 1's in this hoopty, me and this pack got the same complexion

You fear what you don't understand, makes sense why I'm flinching at my reflection

Bro, I cried and bled when my line went dead, my story a trap resurrection

So forward-thinking, I swear I get motion sickness in retrospection

In this crackhead's flat, man's working conditions wouldn't meet government standards

I got a lot in common with the bando, I know what it feels to be abandoned

It's every man for himself, when life starts handing out L's, I ain't phoning the mandem

Listen I ain't doing no indirects, if you dishing out blows make sure that you land them

They don't wanna take me in, and my patience thin so it's back to the pavement

Bro don't hit up the function much, still something's tucked for any occasion

This cat don't want the gang based in her flat, lucky man's studied the art of persuasion

Grab him and bad him up, something ain't adding up, take man out the equation

They told me if you wanna blow, it's deeper than music, you need star qualities

They must've got man confused like any of that bullshit gon' bother me

It's ironic how girls had me swallowing pride, now they 'holla my line tryna swallow me

You'll need more than a Uni degree to dissect this criminal's psychology

This bad one heavy on Astrology told me I sound like a typical Taurus

Apparently, I'm too laid back, true most of my songs ain't even got a chorus

I made a living off a stolen pedal bike, next year I'm going O-T in a Urus

My bitch ain't gay but she curious, Christmas day I put bread on my couriers

It's mad I had to come this far to find out that the industry's worse than the roads are

I ain't never been nobody's food, I'm sat in a meeting room with a vulture

Whether it's the boardroom or the bando, better bring me the boss, I don't chat to a soldier

She told me I'm too cold-hearted, darlin' I promise you I could get colder

I woulda went to the end of the Earth for that youth, now I ain't even got a man's number

True actions speak louder than words, you know you see lightning before you hear thunder

My guy, I was born in the eye of the storm

We ain't the same bro, I got a different hunger

Same shit, different day, just a new face on a different jumper