Yo Ain't no leaders where I'm from I gotta fly the flag So my bruddas dem have got me till the final lap I feel like I'm flopping when I try relax But it turned me to a boss because I like the graft Built a couple bridges over minor gaps Burnt a couple to shit I might struggle the time will pass Long way from playing double up behind the flats Looking for some money having trouble tryna find the bag Grew up with some snakes in the bits So make your bread but just be careful who breaking it with Bruddas hate when u paid girls as fake as their lips Everybody turn salty gotta take you a pinch Raise my glass up in the air then go and smash it off the wall I don't wanna pour one up if you won't catch me when I fall Call me bro but you still struggle looking at me when I talk Hide my feelings everybody say I'm hard to read I got some problems if I state they wouldn't half believe Shit they think it's all party beats and Cardi Bs I done lost a lot of love for the game Shit changes plus I feel like it don't love me the same I might expect too much or it's just fucks with my brain I don't knows feel like I'm stuck in a maze Takes a lot to explain Die for my little sisters tomorrow I'll go to jail for my broski and I won't feel a way Put my ends on the map I had to open the gate Now they tag me post when they go down the lane God got me mum I know that you pray But I'm never far from home even tho I'm away See the rosary beads you left me when I open my case From the roads to the road to be great Dad told me find a craft and go and master it now he ain't gotta graft he just relax and find a gaff to flip Some my family still on bag it up package it But some things never change I'll put my cash in for the damages Still hungry like I need me a rack Uno the bando in Manny really bees in trap I lost friends for a second thought I needed 'em back I never been more wrong and shit will leave it at that Took a break to get some shit up off my chest stop myself from posting said I'm chilling for a sec Told everyone I'm focused said I need a little rest But if I'm honest I just ghosted cause I split up with my ex Life was cosy had to pick up where I left Booked a flight with couple brodies took the business off my head Lying if I said I'm lonely got my brothers to the death If I die give all my Rolly's to my tugs and let 'em flex It's hard following your brain when your soul don't care It still feels like no one's there Sittin' on my throne with an open stare cause to me it's just a broken chair I love it at the top but shit it's cold up there I kinda found out how it feels to be alone up there Looking for some hope it never showed up there But fuck it I'm a soldier I can cope up there Hearts numb shit don't feel the same all the money in the world couldn't heal the pain All the hunnies and the girls wanna deal with Aitch but they'd deal with him too, if he steals my name Back then I used to pray they'd know me but shit ain't what I thought sometimes it ain't so rosy Kick back and think as I burn my spliff Just block the world out and watch the day go slowly Ayy, knobhead, I need these receipts Rapido, you know I've got a fuckin' Excel sheet in front of me, yeah You would not believe how much money you're throwin' away on fuckin' receipts Just get back to me please, you know And in a bit