[Intro]

You know I've been gone

Well, I'm back again

Sicky

[Verse]

Spend the nights awoken going over this

Focusing on broken emotions and closing open ends

Notes are open, hands are just frozen, not a stroke of ink

How to set in motion a spoken notion of woes i think? (Ah)

This where my thoughts are hoarded

Within the chords, I wouldn't talk if I was waterboarded (*Drowning*)

I look for doors but the walls are boarded

Took a fall, was on the floor, but now I'm self-supported

Back up on my feet and now I'm walking the right track

Ignoring internals, red flag and no write back

A Walker booking, eyes peeled and looking

Double 60 in the whip, it's too late if the white flash

The lies stack, that's the real disease

When I see all of these fake rappers and guys cap

I stick to the truth, spitting the life facts

The taller you climb is just the harder you might crash

I been searching, new tabs address

Like these turbans, I wrap my head, around these sounds 'til I backed my strengths

And that's Mou's Inter with a plaque like '10 (Mourinho)

Call it home but I never lived

Here now, trace it back, all eleven kids

Say I'm not the best, well I guess man are telling fibs

She say that she love me but she left so she never did (Never)

I'd trust her but I'd fret so I never did

No regrets, moving best, like the 7 did

Say i'm not the best, I'll beat the one like a Beckham kick

Dem ones are 10's, it's who me and all the bredren with

If it's beef, I get personal

No indirects, slice through you like surgical

Legend status in the city like Sergio

Working 'til the doors on the whip move vertical (Lambo)

Reminiscing through the archived pics

Wasn't scared of the night 'til it got dark like this

Wanted sons, now it's done, start line shit

She's all my shut mind thinks, there's a spark I miss

She's got a clutch I'm in, drop and shift

Switching lanes with the aim I stay on top of shit

Rocket ship, I need SpaceX to proper fix

Hovering on top of the drop

Long grass and plenty snakes, all these dons are hella fake

I see you like Ronaldo when he's off to celebrate (Siiuuu)

See the top like 7/8, my spots on centre stage

Yeah, you're living at the peak but I'mma knock down, renovate

Paid the cost of them mistakes

Not friends like Ross and Rach

Had to watch her get away, accept the loss, in retrograde

Now elsewhere I concentrate

History to make

So I'm sticking to the game

I'm still the boss like Emma Hayes

I feel the power