They were never with me I was hustling for days
Struggled in my j's the way I suffered for the cake
And I'm still running in a race
My minds kinda messed up
Am fighting who I summoned on a vase
And when it rains it pours
We have problems I was trying to fight
Don't know if I'll die tonight
Speaking from my homie cah my bro is all alone
When he was sitting on the Isle of Wight
If I tell you but my struggles are you gonna relate
Right now I'm sitting in the world where all the honest are fake
And there's women that give the body up for the pay
I'm posted with the Gs keep it 100 a day
We were dodging death like we were tryna do the limbo
Little bro admiring the trappers through the window
Talking from the soul that this is not what it seems
But me and bro still got the work rate from when we been broke
Tell the double M to run my 1.5
Messing with the click getting punched on site
Got the rucksack from Jays is a gift from God
If they're on it they better bring 100 guys
And my family were fighting for some scraps and
I blocked half them donnies they were squabbling for cash
Cause when the man died it's like my family went to trash
I want a convo with my uncle I can't say that to my dad
They can never stop me man I am young wild and ruthless
Everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is
So stop acting stupid haters study studying my regime
Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans
Them girls didn't rate me look who's laughing now
On the phone to bro I'm in a passie on the roundabout
I ain't scared of nothing only karma going right around
My brother needs some backing
Swear to God that I'll be sliding out
The saying that I'm free I know I'm trapped inside a world
And my work is full of beauty but they can't respect my soul
And my heart begins to sink when I be feeling all alone
Even when I'm in a party with a thousand of the bros
I know I'm drowning in my thoughts my worth is past 100 thou
Disrespect me with comparison offended I can't blame myself
Working with the holy dem man dere can find a way to hell
Screaming out my lungs nobody tried to find a way to hell
I'm losing love they're fake as well
The olders start to lose their Touch
Losers getting washed away do you not get them confused with us
I'm different
And you wouldn't know it's deeper than the bars
Tell me why I need to grind when all the games already ours
Tell the Gs to play their part
I join my hands and pray for the Bros
Trust the Lord to guide you through in this life cause it can change
In just a second need protection when your fate is unknown
I'm asking for the Holy Spirit when I stay on my own
They can never stop me man I am young wild and ruthless
Everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is
So stop acting stupid haters study studying my regime
Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans
Them girls didn't rate me look who's laughing now
On the phone to bro I'm in a passie on the roundabout
I ain't scared of nothing only karma going right around
My brother needs some backing swear to God that I'll be sliding out
I'm Michael Angelo for real you've got to give me time
Basquiat to Francis I am the realist you will ever see
Calais up to Lille I need some peace to find a better me
If I'm meant to fall apart then that is what is better be
Cause I ain't showing love to any person who don't show it back
And knowing that I can never travel in peace when on a cul-de-sac so
Show me where your motives at
Trying to make an older go legit he's got the coldest smack
And I've got the biggest smile when it's dinner time
Outside of Tesco three cards on my left and they be trying to take my
My cut but ain't nobody getting rid of mine
Donny messing up so how we managing on thinner ice
You know it costs a lot to live a little
And they believe I'm making waves
I'm on some little ripples
The town is filled with many things that have you feeling brittle
I've been the hardest out the youth and that has been official
Tell the double M to run my 1.5
Messing with the click getting punched on site
Got the rucksack from Jays is a gift from God
If they're on it they better bring 100 guys
And my family were fighting for some scraps
I blocked half them Donnies they were squabbling for cash
Because when the man died it's like my family went to trash
I want a convo with my uncle I can't say that to my dad
They can never stop me man I am young wild and ruthless
Everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is
So stop acting stupid haters study studying my regime
Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans
Them girls didn't rate me look who's laughing now
On the phone to bro I'm in a passie on the roundabout
I ain't scared of nothing only karma going right around
My brother needs some backing
Swear to God That I'll be sliding out