Cuts And Bruises

Listen, yeah

It's all Corteiz gloves, no pedals on the Surron
Pocket full of pebbles, I ain't ever been a moron
Noggin' full of dreams, I just believe and they manifest
Ten days without a rest, money isn't happiness

City days
I've done jungle days, country days
Fake niggas gettin' rich
You know that money don't make you a real nigga
That just amplifies your ugly traits
I put the wizzer into S on these country roads

And on this journey I can't leave my bro behind
It [??] me, I'd probably go blind before I ball alone
Shе got the Dior saddle bag with the low cut drеss
Good figure, gold chain on the collar bone

This for the niggas that slimed me out and regretted it
Ridin' out was indefinite
Highly doubt I could ever switch up on my bro bro
I'm too loyal, that's my downfall
Life done made my trust diminish
Now I'm just doubtful

A lot of bruddas ain't living, man, they're just dying
Has your killy got your back, like was he with you when it's frying?
Was he with you when your pockets had the chewing gum and mint?
Or did he pop up outta nowhere when you start to get it in?

This for my mummy, she walked so I could run
I'm running so she could walk into Louis with half a ticket
I'm jogging up on the cobbles, that smell done jogged my memory
Whole world in my hands like I used to sing in assembly

...And I give thanks
Hit ten muscle-ups and dips, cas'
So when it's cracking I give stiff bangs

I give money to my loved ones
Fuck your clubs and your plus-ones
I'm just hustling 'til dusk comes

And then I'll double 'til dawn comes
I'm tryna tell my bro you need get some property, not more guns
I pass the baton, it's a relay
I lost my brother in a peak way, Boulevard of Broken Dreams

But this shit ain't no Green Day
This a dark day, heart ache
Mum's sobbing, brother's plottin'
That's just a day in the ends, it's mad..

Yeah, I put twenty on my left wrist
I see my killy make a killin' in the kitchen while he's whippin', do a chef's kiss
My girl told me 'you don't let nobody in'
I said 'the only way to kill me is to kill me from within', uh

These little fraggles ain't getting under my skin
I shouldn't ever think with my [??], took the bag like it's not a thing
I took L'er L's on the chin
Baggin' [???????]
I got sticky kush in my swoosh, I got wiser then I got rich forever

Been up in the mix and you still fall like you're alone
Emotions mixed with Patron
Me and bro's like [??] when I kick it, it's so vivid
Man, it hits them in their soul
This the rhythm with the roads

And if your home's where the heart is.. yeah
I put my heart on my sleeve, man, regardless
But I don't know where my home is
Cause I been runnin' on these roads where these O'z is.. yeah

I'm getting money with my bruces
Making drinks, chopping up and getting juices
How you broke with no drive? dumb excuses
You gotta risk it, get a couple bumps and bruises.. yeah

And they say home's where the heart is
I put my heart on my sleeve, man, regardless.. yeah
But I don't know where my home is
Cause I been runnin' on these roads where these O'z is

I even went on couples movies, I weren't Hollywood enough
He weren't working, I was reaching, I say 'God ain't good enough'
And that's my own fault
Gluttony the death of the rich
What clean hearted brother's buggin' doing treacherous things

Got [????] with no knickers or socks
Three geezas in a van, them bruddas in for a shock
And when I sneak in through your windows while you're trimming your crops
And if your old man's in your gaff then I'm chinnin' your pops

I ain't spinnin' your block
Man, I'm just checking my stocks
Quarter ticket in the coin
I'm tryna get it like Elon
But I'm the only one horse that I could put all my P's on
Sunday roast with the mustard, it's dijon

Serving chickens like goujons
Piping baddies on [??]
She wearing nothing but perfume and red Louboutins
I'm -