[Verse]

Cup half-full, looking at the upside

Could be a sandwich and a Penguin for my lunchtime

I could be pushing point-ones on the front line

For all the times that I got pinched and kept my tongue tied

It's like I'm living in the Upside Down, I seen some stranger things

On my life, it kept me up nights

Edward Scissorhands the way I cut ties

I'm still killing 'em even if I bring a knife to the gunfight

I still got cats that slide for a one-pipe

I know they compare me to these rappers that I'm unlike

I know that I'm real and that comes with bеing unliked

I'm the one who got a dеal and stayed grinding like I'm unsigned, unsung

I can't let these piggies or these pussies ever take me from my purpose

From my young son

I just keep falling and I'm tripping like my shoes is undone

I'm having nightmares of what I'm gonna do to someone

I treat these yutes like zoots, at any given moment, I'm due to bun one

Or I'm thinking 'bout bunning one

Even when I'm with honey buns

And she just wanna blow me like some bubblegum

What the mother's cunt, no tick, you better pay up front

I can never rate no pussio that guns and runs

I know you're a joke, I'm waiting for the da-da-dum

East End, I'm blowing bubbles in the summer sun

And in the winter breeze, I got all this ice on like I'm Mr. Freeze

But we can still lick it and can split the Ps

Or go two ways on some big machines

Let that corn just whistle, no sympathy

London City, all these sirens like a symphony

Welcome to my crack house and now it stinks of weed

I'm in studio, I barely get a wink of sleep

I have the strangest dreams, no risk of peace

I can't feed you, I can teach you how to fish for feasts

I paid for funerals and bails, ten quids to briefs

You got lots on your plate, but the goal's to eat

Ain't you got shit to do or shit to sell?

You're just someone who's always got shit to speak, what the disrespeez?

Fuck Christmas, they run in any crib with trees

The way I shine in the shade, it's like I been Belize

Either you rapping or you trapping, ain't no in-betweens

Rule one, never speak on what you did, capisce?

[Outro]

Edward Scissorhands the way I cut ties, ties (Cut ties, cut ties, cut ties)

The way I cut ties

I'm still killing 'em even if I bring a knife to the gunfight, fight (Gunfight, gunfight, gunfight)

Edward Scissorhands the way I cut ties, ties (Cut ties, cut ties, cut ties)

I'm still killing 'em even if I bring a knife to the gunfight, fight (Gunfight, gunfight, gunfight)