Lyrics

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