[Intro]

(Ayo, Trinz)

[Verse]

I just missed two summers, like bro, what a bummer

I missed Wireless and Glastonbury twice, got me fuckin' up butter

Flexin' with the redbones like my name's Donny Glover

I know my dad couldn't stand me

Was it 'cause I act like him or 'cause I look like my mother? Huh

I know them yutes and he got done with my cutter, huh

I know that shawty and she's probably a stunner

I got high and I DM'd Ice Spice, huh

Like, grrah, God loves a try

I got women that I like that'll never be wife

You like them lamе ass yutes, I was never your typе

Two fours banged up, vybzin' to Mnelia

Can't lie, she the goat, kinda made my time easier

Fly my young ting to Dubai, milf ting to Ibiza

I was so popped down, I'm puttin' food on the heater

And see mum tried

I used to go sneak school at lunch time

I was seventeen with a dumb line

Age twenty-one, goin' mad with three cunch lines and a rap career

And if they did it in London, they would've—, huh

They would've hit me with a racketeer

Shorties love me, they love the way I'm so debonair

Got an alter ego, how Beyoncé got Sasha Fierce

How, how Beyoncé got—

I Kwengessy in the DMs, not the sober me

If I weren't lit right now, would you indulge in me?

Who'm I kiddin', man? You'll still be engulfin' me

And to be honest, see, I kinda like the older me

I'm too old to have my iPhone and my TV taken

Work hard whilst these niggas get so complacent

To a nigga like me, just overtakes 'em

I ain't got beef with the opps, we just wake and bake 'em

Wave and shave 'em

Really tryna red-tape it

See my guys outside tryna wave and grave it

See, I went for a nickin'

Governor said she a fan of the song with Chase & Status

Like bitches small waist, high maintenance

She in love with my swag, love my gangster cadence

Slap back and reflected, this shit took patience

Bang, bang even though I'm famous

I know my opps know it's spank cah we gave 'em the belt

G13 in my lungs kinda fucks with my health

My young ting too selfish, want me to herself

See, she just like me, she love ridin' as well

And see when man do the cha-cha, aim at your mata

Bullets go glah-glah

Back to the block, I feel like Nelson, haha

Beatin' a paigon, now I'm screamin' out "Bap-bap"

Screamin' out—

I'm on the phone to my bro

Said, "Even though I'm with all of the mandem, I still be feelin' alone"

I got my mother on the phone

She's forty-nine and her biggest fear yet is bein' fifty and all alone

I don't know, I don't know

And why we all self-destruct? Like, oh my God, what happened to Sean Combs?

Like, honestly, bro

I'm goin' Kanye crazy, I want all my black babies in ever-rose

Sometimes I wanna bench-press Lizzo or Nella Rose

My bro's tellin' me that's that little man syndrome

If she got the biggest back, I'm involved

If bro's got the biggest wap, then let's go

Look, I don't wanna play, though

I just wanna make dough

My heart's stone-cold, but that booty feel like Play-Doh

Sent from up above like, I can see your halo

Can I trust you? Or playin' both sides like Kato?

I spit bars, I talk pain, reopenin' my scars

Mix Cherry B with Hennessy while I'm thinkin' 'bout my past

All the treachery, jealousy, drop it from your heart

And fuck them fake friends and see who had you from the start

Look, I just got in trouble, now I'm hittin' up Guvan

Vietnarm, baby, this ain't nothin' like Wu-Tang

Hundred days in the seg' kinda made me a new man

I swear my skin itches when I think about blue mats

Look, I was on their block tryna slide with a pumpy

My older cousin's friends rushed me and my old friends judged me

I brought my block alive, now everyone loves me

I'm from a fake arse strip, can't lie, man, it bugs me

I was eatin' breakfast packs, now I'm eatin' sashimi

I was sippin' tap water now I'm sippin' on Fiji

Kwengface from the V, everybody wan' be me

But not everybody could be me

Look, he ain't from Peckham, he's from old Kent road or Bermondsey

I just got it poppin', now my rambo knife is burgundy

I just warmed him up, and then I hit him with a third degree

Designer kits from Italy, Luger 9's from Germany

Hollow tips cook him like some chicken wings at Nando's

It's mad bro, I just turned your girl's house to a bando

See, I drill yutes, still tryna go spill juice like I'm Pasco

I was paned up for two years, eatin' that mackerel