Man these rappers getting boring as hell, i told you
They start running out of stories to tell, i warned you
Shit would get corny as well
Game crazy, everybody think they might get a deal
Like its bright up at the end of that tunnel
But when that tunnel caves in, you'll probably die in the rubble
Everybody can't play the missing piece of the puzzle
Yeah i told you I'm trouble and i ain't sorry if I'm bursting your bubble
I see donny's copy catting, i don't follow fashion
My brudda's told me stick to rapping, let em do they banging
S & C be trappin', fathers we don't deal with slacking
Just to put some food up on that table, man are doing madness
I be sipping brandy like its water
Burning up my liver, smoking highbury by the quarter
I used to risk my freedom for my daughter
Way before i started making music to support her

Its that real
Its real on these streets, you think shits a game
You look at bobs the wrong way, stab you with his blade
And man ain't catching bodies wounds he stab you in your face
I can't even stop him, he don't care what anybody says
I ain't a killer, I'm a rapper and i don't peddle 'caine
Nike trackie, air force, I'm still dressed the same
I just bought a little bit of swagger for a rainy day
Grind on my mac, but i can't even wear it in the rain
I got caught up in this money, its a funny place
Friends turn to snakes if you ain't scrapping nothing off your plate
I feel like i've changed, [?] say I'm still the same (why)
Born to lose but i ain't built to break
I renegade until they send me to them pearly gates
When God works his ways and takes me away from the pain
These other brothers must be loosing they brain
I took a break and now everybody think they taking my place

Check yourself, before you wreck yourself or forget yourself, better prep yourself
Getting money they don't like it, tell em f your self
The young gees will catch you slipping going to check your girl
And i ain't repping for a borough, but i rep myself
And a couple of my brothers that have kept shit real
I'm representing for my mum, she always kept it trill
And anybody i don't mention, i don't rep them still
They free Coms they sent Combat home
Aystar just done 3 and his release dates close
Me and Z's still close
6 months and me and Squeeks ain't spoke
Me and Blacks still talk
But me and Bluetapes don't
Me and Meno blessed
Me and crimes still blessed
From Killburn to Churchroad, I'm calling north west
And i get love up in the bush, ask Cocaine Tempz
I'm always good when I'm in Izzy, me and p's still friends
I'm past all that beefing with my daughters mother
I still think that shes a whore, but now I rise above her
I ain't got to see my kid in months and she ain't getting younger
Fair enough i ain't a yardie, but wha' di' bumba
Can't keep a good man down
A good girl make a good man proud
My new bitch on point, really love that smile
My baby mother gonna hate it when she has my child (but fuck it)
I tell 'em fuck cah that's life though
Benny gone legit, but i still fucking hate the five O
I don't sign for giro, man you must be fucking psycho
Got out of that cycle when i put that on the bible
Splashing on a Roley, when i should of bought some rifles
For any rival tryna' test me for that title
Lucky that my shooters got they shooters, when they slide through