| Yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Being me is too much stress |
| Wake up drop another tape |
| Asking for another tape |
| Then you do another tape |
| Another tape, another tape |
| Time here really flew by quick |
| Mommy trynna' leave the hood |
| And I think I'm stuck to it |
| One told me he really changed |
| I hope that he stuck to it |
| Zeno is like my blood bruva |
| Always show bare love to him |
| YB that's my cousin, good or bad I'm really stuck wit' him |
| Reni is like my damn twin his mum is not my muva |
| The things we have in common is that we suffered |
| Financially, emotionally and mentally took tolls on me |
| Is hard to get a hold of me |
| Too much on the go for me |
| Is crazy how I walk again |
| Test the man is four degrees |
| This ice ain't fucking cheap lil bro (freeze) |
| Mind how you speak lil bro' |
| You're with bosses and I'm counting up this profit |
| Shit ain't really fucking funny in this office |
| Got my dawg with me like Wallace |
| Fullest diamonds I got floors though |
| Few hundred thousand wardrobes |
| Yeah |
| Five hundred for the sonoff |
| Who you think we scared of? |
| Not you, oh |
| Who you think we scared of? |
| Not you, get money, got to |
| Still getting dog food, I'm selling it as cat food |
| They tell me I'm they guy and that I'm chosen, I say thank you |
| You're the type to hear the same you let that shit gas you (that shit gas you) |
| I'm still focused on my paper, I ain't welcoming no bad news, oh, ah |
| Let me tell you bad news, ah, yeah |
| Bad news is when you, oh yeah |
| Go to a funeral every year multiple times, shit |
| And realise, that this shit ain't for ever no, oh, oh no, oh no |
| Yeah, shit ain't forever, yeah |
| There's no vans pulling up wit' my money to the grave I swear, yeah |
| There's no vans pulling up wit' my money to the grave I swear |
| There's no vans pulling up wit' my money to the grave I swear |
| There's no vans pulling up wit' my money to the grave I swear, I swear, I swear |
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