Lyrics

[Verse] Niggas left your boy when it really mattered Then I lost my nigga and it left me shattered Drinking all this Hennessy, getting battered Thinking "Fuck rap", I'm tired bro, I'm super knackered Smoking all this weed, tryna keep me numb Feds kicked my door again for them guns My money looking low, it was nearly none Times I had to duck the fire, I was nearly done I won't ever be the same but the plug ain't changed Niggas go their different ways but I love my lanе The industry know I'm the coldest so fuck thе game Look how long that I've been outside in the fucking rain Now I ain't even tryna be around these silly nerds You know a rapper's real if I give him a verse No longer in my feelings, I ain't even mad Any disrespect from here, I'm dealing with 'em bad Smiling in my face but they really hate me If I kill that boy they're gonna call me snaky Smiling in my face but they really hate me If I kill that boy they're gonna call me snaky I ain't tryna be around in every spot Cah I'm liable to shoot if suttin gets me hot I ain't tryna be around in every spot Cah I'm liable to shoot if suttin gets me hot Shawty know I'm gangster even though I'm sweet I'm collecting new Brownie points every week Gotta hold the peace, really help me sleep Gotta put them YSL's on your pretty feet Shit is deep, I need the pack, I'm stuck here in them flats You think I do this for a GRM Daily plaque? A hundred pebs of each, that's my daily pack Gotta navigate this motorway and make it back Yo this mind frame's fucked, I gotta burn these trees I give these little niggas packs and feel I earned a deed I did it for the team, there's nothing worse than greed So I'ma take the extra work and the birds I need I can't wait till they give us a break No gloves in the trap, I finger fuck the flake A day in the life, it ain't nothing nice I had Rashid in the trap bussing down some white All now this rap shit ain't got no stacks for me It's just pain every time I tell these rap stories We call Heathbrook the towers cah there's ten storeys Every time I call the plug there's like ten for me It ain't no secret, I'm around these streets I keep a strap on me like some dungarees We was child soldiers like the Congolese Ten bricks of weed, the money grow on trees I got trap stories no one won't believe I see brown cats, it's like they got fleas Keep my bally on, can't let 'em know it's me Keep a duffle bag full up just for lawyer fees I make rap music, that's just for the G's Bitches know I'm anti and it ain't for keeps Niggas know what's up, I came up Gaskell Street Haters gonna hate but it ain't actual beef Them hittas tryna slide on a casual evening Nothing even happened, they just had a feeling Every time I drop a track it's racks I'm cleaning