I was pissed off when I wrote this so this flow ain't for the kids Neither is it for the chicks, don't condone the things I did Before my music took a lift, don't look at me as no role model Put music bread towards things they use to try and take your soul from you Sent her to Pilates, came back looking like some Coke bottle Spin your block, can't see you, spin your mummy's house with no morals The type of shit we used to be on, I'm still with it if that's the case I'm big on being honest, stories I tell don't get fabricated Rumours I don't look after my ones willing to step But if you ask, I've done the most for them, they'll tell you yes Rumours that I got finessed which is true But it was nowhere near no forty grand So I just took that weird shit on my chest Apologise to all my fans on all the light I never shed It wasn't me that cancelled my tour, that got cancelled by the feds Tryna make some positive moves, still can't seem to get a rest Unless they're dressing up in black, I'm not impressed, you know the vibes I'm on the phone to slime, he's whipping all this work at one time I'm pretty sure M made four Patek Philippe's off one line This shawty said she'll hold me down and have my back, I know she's lying Not just a rapper, go ask niggas I got beef with if I'm like that Whilst you're at it, go ask niggas that don't like me the reason why Certain rappers rapping violence when all they ever did was drive I put pagans on my Mindy like I ain't got no virgin knife No knives in sight when AR gets the drop, he's turning up with pipes Sold that tool on for two tools to keep it cool, that's not my nine Gang unit, I'm just making music, I ain't raising up no crime Drop you turners if you're sliding, don't be wasting up my bine Shooting whips up don't make sense, we ain't got mix-up with their rides You talk about 'em in your songs but you ain't walking down your wagans I still buy straps with wooden handles, tote bags for my lady Double C's for my runners, fourteen bills to tie my laces Paid her bills for the month, I'm not a fan of talking stages My nitty called me by my stage name, I nearly fainted Nearly lost my balance I can't be mad if my squeezers say they lost my hammers I don't give a fuck who you heard's active If you're talking spinning blocks then mention me I done all the important stabbings Keko used to say, "Don't serve your neighbours 'cause that's bait" He'd probably serve his neighbour too if he scored two bills every day I heard Michael passed away, now I'm on the edge Getting nervous, hoping that he died from natural causes, not my beige Phone sex when I was locked in jail but the most she done was eat me up Having music money, being from the hood don't make it easier I'm spoiling hoes I fuck on like I think that makes them freakier After, they go post up what I bought on social media May asked me what I think 'bout this new artist on the scene I think he's cold but TBH I think he's tryna be like me If you heard I don't give my niggas money on the threes You better hear how much I give them when they're free, fuck you mean? My niggas worried 'bout me lately cah the Sprite I pour ain't clean I told A, "I need my fizzy back, the Trey Deuce you can keep" I'm surprised they ain't got me up on no CCTV G-O-D's the reason you ain't on BBC, pronounced D-E-A-D I get cancelled 'cause I fuck on girls then wanna fuck their bredrins And their bredrins know I fucked their friends but somehow they still let me Free L, he's not a stig, he'll shoot your strip up on a leccy Before I ever wore denim tears, put tears in niggas' denim I got a lot of straps from A to B courtesy of Indie I press girls in hotel suites and leave them there, they're not my linky Pass on my wap, can't have my glizzy bulging my Amiri's I'm like Peter Parker looking for my Mary We all bleed the same blood Gotta let the olders know that they don't scare me Especially the ones that never did anything for me I got hoes I don't converse with, only call them when I'm horny So they've got a valid reason if they reckon that I'm boring Backseat of the Rolls, allegations that he told So a song featuring me and him? No Got niggas locked in prison tryna get their cases thrown And niggas that got thrown some numbers Wishing they could just go home I tried stab him out his clothes, I didn't realise there was witnesses Don't make that girl your queen, that's just a stranger that I mingle with Dropped my little cousin a glee, said he wants a switch on it PP on my wrist 'cause I'm on bigger things