Together

I missed you for time, I swear it's been too long
Take me back to the days I used to grind on my ones
No sleep in the hood, all night in the slums
Fuck all you hoes I only cry for my mum

One time for my dons, tryna make ends meet .get cake out of crumbs
From my face to my thumbs
In a game with a knife never played it for fun

This the jungle book, still the same place where my don got jook
Where your funds got took, never had a rumble pack but I could rumble good
In a flat with the monkeys, called my young g Cole but he moved too grumpy
Let a nigga try bump me, ima tell him rob him [?]
When we gonna be together, I say I don't know but I can't be too clever
Really I don't need these heffas, I just get bird then I tweak their feathers

I tell a girl look, I don't need a wife I'm good
But I keep a next mans bae on speed dial
All set squad [?]
I'm the boy king, every other spice want a fling
All these dons wanna talk about peng tings, none of them boys got gyal like Jim
None of them boys got flows like him
None of them rappers can't spit like this
All them man love chat 'bout swag but none of them seen kicks like this

Little nigga don't sweat it, if there's ready's to make we gon' get it
Follow me I'll set it, don't let them man mislead you they're pathetic
Grime's dead, I said it
In school I never got merits
'Cause I was rolling around with man like Charlie, year 10 hitting them tickets

Go back to my spices
My new darkskin is the crisis
And she ain't got big eyes like my grandma, so when we out I don't care about the prices
One time for my lighty
Every other day she wan' fight me
But she can't stay mad too long, nuff tongue faces she write me
I'm chilling with the g's that's nightly
Got the hammer close that's likely
Fam I used to link pikies
Just earned two labels, ones shiny
Now I'm preeing on my snapchat
[?] with the fat back
Just seen the same girl on my IG, two likes now I'm tryna double tap that

I'm just a wrongen, I was playing dirty before Yungen
I had a black 32 that's Wretch
I used to load up my dog, go fetch
I fear no don, the moment will crease like Air Force 1s
Little nigga [?] scared of those dons, still on the concrete with my bare toed dons

I'm from the Brix, threw stones before I knew about sticks
'Cause your boys never grew up in no glass house fam I had [?] in my hair had nits
Then I had O's then I had dough, then I had flows, then I had shows
Now I got dons running up to salute
Chicks want a pic when I go to the store
Remember them nights mummy stayed on stove just handed her clean money smelled like show
Just handed her clean money smelled like show