Life's never picture perfect

If you want shit, you better go and earn it

16 I burst Christine

It's like the other day I was still serving

Can't tell me about the level up

That trap phone, it does petty stuff

And half them niggas tryna flex with us

And half these women want sex and stuff

I'm feelin myself

Yo I used to go so hard I was killin myself

And when shit don't work, don't never look health

Feels good to say I did it myself

I could sit and cry about sad times or bout how my dad died

But I'm feeling blessed

This pack needs a press

And my bitch gotta be a 10

Niggas used to be on

But I know that they lost it

I'm fed up of gossip

Don't listen to rumours

Bros talking units

Big wap fill up of wotsits

Like how many times did my Roley tick

Yeah and I made a flip

I know about trips

I can tell who's really on and who's really telling a fib

I wake up, I might do a bit of chest when I step in the gym

But I ain't taking no cheque

Bro still working wrist when he presses his ting

And it ain't nothing but love when I step in the hood

Im good

My shoe costs me a stack, don't step on my boogs

And if I ain't trippling up don't step on the buj

Shit used to be wrong

Then I made it right

Think I might take me flight

Don't take life personal

If it's money in sight, I'm putting that first of all

We used to be good, but them man fell off

I still cut through Deptford for Jellof and have problems putting bands in my denim

But it's minor

I heard someone talk about Lyca

Them man's fire

See shits change

When it rained, I was grinding

Now lables talking about deals

I done 2 for 80 on four wheels and yesterday I ate four meals

That's medium well with pepper and stuff and the phoneline's pepper and grub

But I won't change up

Just look at the team it's the same one

You can do the math

Cause back then we were stupid brass, now I'm feeling obsessed with Gucci swag

I'm feeling this life

Pyrex fill it with ice or I drip it

I was sitting in prison, I had no vision, I see the prettiest women

And I can talk about pain, but I'm over that shit

I whip back over a brick

He's known as a snitch, and they run with it

I might just run with a brick

I ain't feeling the price

Yo we're living in different times

And they're on a different grind

I do not know

I'm young, rich and I'm lit