(X10) Yo, ayy, look, ayy I thought about quitting and I came back hard I told bro, I'ma be in the charts Never really thought I would come this far I took so many L's in the way And it took man a minute to better my craft I was doing up F with the mandem Now I'm with Meeks with the head of Atlantic Shaking hands with the A&R I Swear I couldn't care about the fame or followers I need me a million funds And I really deserve that shit All that time and work, I did on my ones Needed a friend couldn't find me none (Huh) You were calling for help, I couldn't say no, I was getting it done But you there in the vibe and the party's turnt I can't deal with no fake ass love on my crew No cap, I rather be hated And I'm glad that I never gave up I stood my ground and patiently waited If the label ain't talking 7 figures, I'm not persuaded There was times where I was never rated And I'm due to be suttin' on the stages Feel like I'm trapped in this London city I just pray that I make it out I been focusing on getting my pound But this generation only care about clout When I was flat on my face, In need of a mate I clearly had no one around It's funny now man's on top I just wanna make mumzy proud I shoulda kicked ball like Rashford But I'm too hard when it comes to the rap I'm in the booth tryna get me a plaque 'Cah bro's OT still serving crack We ain't never lived no sweet life I got my codies back like Zack I ain't buying no watch or chain If I ain't giving my mumzy racks Need me a bae that will keep it real Stay with the kid, if I caught me a felony But I said that I'm DTB, pain in my heart I'm in need of a remedy You can get cut right off, no cap If I don't fuck with your energy He was hating on the low My own bredrin turned to a enemy I hated on the fact that I was doing up F When the rap weren't giving me bread And them times that I shoulda been studying for my exams I chose to make money instead When I was sitting, in times of need I didn't receive one call or text She was fucking with me for the clout That's a reason I hate my ex Feel like I'm trapped in this London city I just pray that I make it out I been focusing on getting my pound But this generation only care about clout When I was flat on my face, In need of a mate I clearly had no one around It's funny now man's on top I just wanna make mumzy proud Feel like I'm trapped in this London city I just pray that I make it out I been focusing on getting my pound But this generation only care about clout When I was flat on my face, In need of a mate It's funny now man's on top I just wanna make mumzy proud