Motion Sickness

[Verse]
Look it's hard to speak with a handful of pebs in your mouth probably why I never say a lot whenever they see me in public
The school of hard knocks where if you don't come back with a stack, you go home with a buss lip
Run in and done that cat how I done him just so man know, I ain't someone to fuck with
But wouldn't do man how they done me
Shit, I guess it's a different cloth that I'm cut with
Two I-C 1's in this hoopty, me and this pack got the same complexion
You fear what you don't understand, makes sense why I'm flinching at my reflection
Bro, I cried and bled when my line went dead, my story a trap resurrection
So forward-thinking, I swear I get motion sickness in retrospection
In this crackhead's flat, man's working conditions wouldn't meet government standards
I got a lot in common with the bando, I know what it feels to be abandoned
It's every man for himself, when life starts handing out L's, I ain't phoning the mandem
Listen I ain't doing no indirects, if you dishing out blows make sure that you land them
They don't wanna take me in, and my patience thin so it's back to the pavement
Bro don't hit up the function much, still something's tucked for any occasion
This cat don't want the gang based in her flat, lucky man's studied the art of persuasion
Grab him and bad him up, something ain't adding up, take man out the equation
They told me if you wanna blow, it's deeper than music, you need star qualities
They must've got man confused like any of that bullshit gon' bother me
It's ironic how girls had me swallowing pride, now they 'holla my line tryna swallow me
You'll need more than a Uni degree to dissect this criminal's psychology
This bad one heavy on Astrology told me I sound like a typical Taurus
Apparently, I'm too laid back, true most of my songs ain't even got a chorus
I made a living off a stolen pedal bike, next year I'm going O-T in a Urus
My bitch ain't gay but she curious, Christmas day I put bread on my couriers
It's mad I had to come this far to find out that the industry's worse than the roads are
I ain't never been nobody's food, I'm sat in a meeting room with a vulture
Whether it's the boardroom or the bando, better bring me the boss, I don't chat to a soldier
She told me I'm too cold-hearted, darlin' I promise you I could get colder
I woulda went to the end of the Earth for that youth, now I ain't even got a man's number
True actions speak louder than words, you know you see lightning before you hear thunder
My guy, I was born in the eye of the storm
We ain't the same bro, I got a different hunger
Same shit, different day, just a new face on a different jumper