Lyrics

I missed you for time, I swear it's been too long Take me back to the days I used to grind on my ones No sleep in the hood, all night in the slums Fuck all you hoes I only cry for my mum One time for my dons, tryna make ends meet .get cake out of crumbs From my face to my thumbs In a game with a knife never played it for fun This the jungle book, still the same place where my don got jook Where your funds got took, never had a rumble pack but I could rumble good In a flat with the monkeys, called my young g Cole but he moved too grumpy Let a nigga try bump me, ima tell him rob him [?] When we gonna be together, I say I don't know but I can't be too clever Really I don't need these heffas, I just get bird then I tweak their feathers I tell a girl look, I don't need a wife I'm good But I keep a next mans bae on speed dial All set squad [?] I'm the boy king, every other spice want a fling All these dons wanna talk about peng tings, none of them boys got gyal like Jim None of them boys got flows like him None of them rappers can't spit like this All them man love chat 'bout swag but none of them seen kicks like this Little nigga don't sweat it, if there's ready's to make we gon' get it Follow me I'll set it, don't let them man mislead you they're pathetic Grime's dead, I said it In school I never got merits 'Cause I was rolling around with man like Charlie, year 10 hitting them tickets Go back to my spices My new darkskin is the crisis And she ain't got big eyes like my grandma, so when we out I don't care about the prices One time for my lighty Every other day she wan' fight me But she can't stay mad too long, nuff tongue faces she write me I'm chilling with the g's that's nightly Got the hammer close that's likely Fam I used to link pikies Just earned two labels, ones shiny Now I'm preeing on my snapchat [?] with the fat back Just seen the same girl on my IG, two likes now I'm tryna double tap that I'm just a wrongen, I was playing dirty before Yungen I had a black 32 that's Wretch I used to load up my dog, go fetch I fear no don, the moment will crease like Air Force 1s Little nigga [?] scared of those dons, still on the concrete with my bare toed dons I'm from the Brix, threw stones before I knew about sticks 'Cause your boys never grew up in no glass house fam I had [?] in my hair had nits Then I had O's then I had dough, then I had flows, then I had shows Now I got dons running up to salute Chicks want a pic when I go to the store Remember them nights mummy stayed on stove just handed her clean money smelled like show Just handed her clean money smelled like show