[Intro]

Everytime I leave, I keep running back to you

Everytime I leave, I keep running back to you

My addiction, ooh-hooh-hooh

My addiction, ooh-hooh-hooh (Hooh)

[Verse]

All I know is money and war

I can't dumb down these lyrics (No)

Watch what I say when I speak

I got others listenin' (Shh, shh)

Street shit got addictive ('Dictive)

And the game ain't rigged, it's twisted (Twisted)

Prison V's, court listin' (Ah)

Non-fiction, it feels like fiction

I can't be bothered

Same for dem boy, they can't be honest (No, they can't)

Eighteen, I told mummy, "Sorry" (Sorry)

Went from college to porridge (Ah)

I was like the rest, I follow

Live for today, didn't care about tomorrow (No)

Better person, still tryna give them hollows (Bah, bah)

How I'm gonna level up? How? (Huh?)

Mummy thinks I'm a angel

Why I wanna do devil stuff?

I guess I'm dumb, matter of fact, I guess I'm numb

Skipped music class, but now I wanna step with the drum, I'm mad (Angry)

Think about Risky G, and I can't sleep, I'm mad (Ugh)

Angry, tryin' all week

Put it on a tee, I'm glad (Ugh)

Addicted to pain before I was happy, but now, I'm sad (Sad)

Numb the pain, I just buy new chains and dine uptown, calamari, crab

Tell the waiter, "Cool the sticks, I'll use my knife and fork" (Cool)

Anyone talk on mine, I gotta slide off corn (Slidin')

I just wanna meet and greet, birthday, step with the sweet sixteen

Earthquake, flipped that, switch on the glee (Grr, glee)

Set an example, tryin', it's hard to

Who's gonna shoot or drive?

Can't decide, only time me and bro gonna argue

I don't really fuck with karma

Preein' the words they say though (Pree it)

Soon, give that halo (Huh)

I mean it, I mean it (I do)

Thinkin' when the bro's in jail

Hell, I feel, I feel it (Uh)

Had nine in the clip and I caught a fever, kept on sneezin'

I don't want none of this corn

Anything I give them, man, gotta keep it (Keep it, shh)

Feel like an addict, twenty-five bells

Fill up the 'matic, a thousand eight

Fill up the package, them man talk, I don't feel like rappin'

Door out slammin', hope it's tragic, worst case, cabbage

Or I ain't happy

Criminal damage, they hittin' up walls and chattin' (Chattin')

If it ain't a corpse, can't tally (No)

Gladly, I'll do it with this hand ting, gladly

Backseat, upset someone's family

Catch three, feel we got a yola factory

Thirty-eight, but twenty on a brandy

Go A Jewellers, and get it all fractured

Go with the sawn-off dot, that's Bambi

Got suttin' fresh in the box, all fancy

And it's like

[Outro]

Box rush, step with the object

Take risk and prosper

If he's a shooter, I put him on my roster

Them man are all actors, they should get a Oscar

Bill it, remmish, juice, spill it

Trust me, man, bah