Lyrics

[Verse 1] You know how hard it is to stay sober? I wanna sip some cognac when the day's over I got my burner on me in this ringer Range Rover And honestly I'm feeling like I need to kill someone I need to make some money fast and leave my children some I need us all to be prepared for when the boy dem come Anytime I see someone, they try to tarnish me I'm gonna shoot him in the chest and make it hard to breathe All I asked is for forgiveness on my prayer mat Now thеy're telling me that еverything I say is tapped All the shit they put me through, it's time to pay 'em back You really thought that I would let you get away with that? You can just apologise or spend your life running If somebody give the drop on you then I'm coming On my ones with my gun, sober as a nun I'm ready to die, I just didn't wanna die buzzing [Chorus] My tick list looking like a guest list My hit list looking like a death wish We can all die, we can all get nicked I don't give a fuck, I don't give ten shits I shed a tear for my daughter and my sons They'll never understand why I bought a lot of guns Tell my kids I love 'em, I just hope they love me Tell 'em "Don't let 'em do you like they done me" [Verse 2] Testing everybody's badness, that's my agenda It'll be a cold day in Hell before I surrender My friend died and that's why I don't like November The pain nearly made me pass out like Tinie Tempah Rappers lying on my name left, right and centre You better keep that same energy cause I remember I promise you that when I see you, I'ma shoot you once You shoulda known that I was dangerous, you stupid cunt You was only safe then cause I was getting high You can try and take my life but I already died Fuck making you think, I'm gonna make you cry Post it on the Gram, my revenge will be televised No one said it to my face, just behind my back When I die, I'm gonna die with my pride intact You better keep your burner on you, I'm alright with that Cause I don't wanna go to jail, I hope you fire back [Chorus] My tick list looking like a guest list My hit list looking like a death wish We can all die, we can all get nicked I don't give a fuck, I don't give ten shits I shed a tear for my daughter and my sons They'll never understand why I bought a lot of guns Tell my kids I love 'em, I just hope they love me Tell 'em "Don't let 'em do you like they done me"