BNP

(Verse 1)
Life's been problematic
From cooking crack to putting crops in attics
Got an education cus cotched at grannies I used to watch the addicts
While I'd sit and plot to traffic
Drugs around the block
I'd link the Dots and then I'd shot the magic
Re up chop and bag it samples
Sent my testers to another planet
Course I learned to chef as I'm the son of Janet
Spent a couple summers sat in flats to get the money stacking Working through a couple packets had double wrap
It air bubble matching jacket get another package
I make colours vanish until I see the colours flashing
I was young and trapping
Raleigh max for Mashing works
Out run the traffic
Then it’s back to kerbs
I’m feeding every habit

(Chorus)
I messed up in all types of ways
And I can’t hide the shame
My tears run dry you can’t wipe my face
Well I guess I’m the one to blame

(Verse 2)
I pray to God because I want solutions
And to keep me from illusions
Life’s a bitch I put her onto prostitution
Due to make a profit soon
Plus the mood I’m in is sort of fuck a human
Cus they keep on jumping to the wrong conclusions
I use a magic wand to banish evolution
Take it way beyond the plains you’re on so we can see improvement
I’m being true you’re being Judas Just by being you
So I’ll just read the future while I’m waiting on the weed to bloom
I need the glue or turn gorilla in a week or two
Saiyan when I see the moon
Conveying what speak cus I ain’t peekaboo
I’m safer in streets being hated by police cus I ain’t never read the rules

(Chorus)
I messed up in all types of ways
And I can’t hide the shame
My tears run dry you can’t wipe my face
Well I guess I’m the one to blame
Bottles and problems way too often
I’m just here fighting my conscious
I’m just living and chilling in Gotham
I’m just living and chilling in Gotham
Bottles and problems way too often
I’m just here fighting my conscious
I’m just living and chilling in Gotham
I’m just living and chilling in Gotham