Intro

Life's never picture perfect
If you want shit, you better go and earn it
16 I burst Christine
It's like the other day I was still serving
Can't tell me about the level up
That trap phone, it does petty stuff
And half them niggas tryna flex with us
And half these women want sex and stuff
I'm feelin myself
Yo I used to go so hard I was killin myself
And when shit don't work, don't never look health
Feels good to say I did it myself
I could sit and cry about sad times or bout how my dad died
But I'm feeling blessed
This pack needs a press
And my bitch gotta be a 10
Niggas used to be on
But I know that they lost it
I'm fed up of gossip
Don't listen to rumours
Bros talking units
Big wap fill up of wotsits
Like how many times did my Roley tick
Yeah and I made a flip
I know about trips
I can tell who's really on and who's really telling a fib
I wake up, I might do a bit of chest when I step in the gym
But I ain't taking no cheque
Bro still working wrist when he presses his ting
And it ain't nothing but love when I step in the hood
Im good
My shoe costs me a stack, don't step on my boogs
And if I ain't trippling up don't step on the buj
Shit used to be wrong
Then I made it right
Think I might take me flight
Don't take life personal
If it's money in sight, I'm putting that first of all
We used to be good, but them man fell off
I still cut through Deptford for Jellof and have problems putting bands in my denim
But it's minor
I heard someone talk about Lyca
Them man's fire
See shits change
When it rained, I was grinding
Now lables talking about deals
I done 2 for 80 on four wheels and yesterday I ate four meals
That's medium well with pepper and stuff and the phoneline's pepper and grub
But I won't change up
Just look at the team it's the same one
You can do the math
Cause back then we were stupid brass, now I'm feeling obsessed with Gucci swag
I'm feeling this life
Pyrex fill it with ice or I drip it
I was sitting in prison, I had no vision, I see the prettiest women
And I can talk about pain, but I'm over that shit
I whip back over a brick
He's known as a snitch, and they run with it
I might just run with a brick
I ain't feeling the price
Yo we're living in different times
And they're on a different grind
I do not know
I'm young, rich and I'm lit