I've been more than just patient
I used to be a waiter
These rappers don't know they my kids
Like I'm Kat Slater
Swing for the hills
My niggas gotta keep a Lightsaber
Used look down on me
And now they're asking for a favour
I gotta tame this beast
That's been habituating me
Felt like I've been losing firm grasp on my sanity
I go through cool, calm, collected
Then I'm acting panicky
Spray paint brains
Cos my neurones on some anarchy
What's my punishment?
If I don't know what real or fake?
Why would I be running if the best I do is second place?
I've been cunning
I've been plotting
I've been setting pace
Gotta pick your fights
I'm a heavy
You're a feather-weight
Used to have them waves
Now my hair looks like I'm Willian
Lying in your raps
You wouldn't have the guts to kill a man
We could do Hakkassan or
We could do spaghetti cans
As long as I'm staying fully true to who I really am
- -
I'm smiling on the passport
Don't think you can do that
Look forward to the summers with the linkups
Get the crew back
"Jesi, you're the coldest for your age"
But I knew that
I think all of my raps do a little more than prove that -
I went from reggie to cali
I got a finer taste
But loud is loud
So I ain't never let it go to waste
Working on my anger
I've been tryna reach the holy grace
Mum used to tell me that there's always time
And a place
Gotta live a few years
Just so I can get away
Always on my phone
So they really got my meta data
Ain't got chat for a hater
Do you have time for christ our savoir.?
No?
No jehovah but I'm knocking on doors
Now I'm grabbing half ounces
Use to get me a scores
I've been doing prison press-ups
Til I'm dead on the floor
I think my work ethic comes from dad and the chores
So if my words cut deep
Get a stitch
I mistook internal bleeding
For an stomach ache and itch
Til I was coughing up bare blood and other shit
And I sent KK all the clips of my lungs throwing fits
Like my cerebellum split
Ain't a situation where the kid'll ever fuckin miss
Ain't a situation I can't catch the beat like fish
Ain't no issues when I'm sticking to the script
When I break status-quo
I make em flinch
I'll be back in pinch
All this cringe make me wince
"I was wrestling these demons" like I'm Vince
I haven't looked back ever since
Now I'm looking to the beamer with the tints
Paid in stone cold cash like a flint
Bare apes on the print
Vision bad, I gotta squint
When you getting money
You aint gotta think
And I manifest it's coming really quick
And when I make a couple more
Then I might get a cuban link
And when I get a couple more
Then I'll be living like a prince
Fuck that
I'm like a king
Ain't an L if you can take on the chin
Gotta guard up like I'm covering my shins
Last night I was drinking just to binge
Then I woke up in the motherfucking bin
When I'm sober, all this shit just really stings
I've been putting in the extra
Ain't no bubble gum or mint
Chopping life until I'm skint
I'm on the edge, I'm on the brink
(I'm on the edge, I'm on the brink)
(I'm on the edge, I'm on the brink)
Your words are a waste of time
Youre just- you're just wasting time
Leave now, swear that I'll be fine
I swear that, swear that I'll be fine
No chit chat, don't need reminding
If you had a heart, I would find it
I've thinking bout position and timing
Isolated, trapped on an island
I've been meditating
Listening to Potter Payper
No, I never work for free
I gotta charge you for the labour
Now we cutting ties a lot
Quite akin to blades and razors
You can feel this through your system
Like I got a fucking tazer
Should we bow in prayer?
Fuck a nah-sayer
At a stage, first name base with the tailor
My guy Arch went Croatia just to be a sailor
We ain't scared of much
The only thing we fear is failure
And if ain't my time
I pray that I get spared today
Cos Lord knows that I got some spare
In any case
It's...
Anytime
Any place
Anywhere
Anything
Them man there tried to jump me on avenger tings
And I still went down swinging like a pendulum
I'll make em pay
It's like they owe me severance
I never known a nigga
That made rap sound oh so elegant
It's like we down in Devon
Shooting pheasants
Writing rhetoric
Cos when it comes to writing
I'm a specialist
Remember this
We need to talk 'bout Kevin and what Kevin did
Taking every currency
Those Chuckies
And them Benjamins
Hot fire
Like a lighter
Plus a puddle made of kerosine
Mrs. Cartwright called me 'borderline intelligent'
Remember thinking...
"Bitch is off her medicine?"
I'm genius by other peoples measurements
I feel like O-Dog in the store
Behaving rather menacing
It's really speaking for itself
Don't need nobody selling it
I'm tied up with some horrible degenerates
I'm Zion for the Pelicans
My aura fill a room up like the elephant
Fuck the world, the earth ain't leaving celibate
And it's still fuck the government
Unless they make me treasurer
You should take your head up out your arse
You ain't no enema
I'm telling ya'