Lyrics
[Verse 1]
It used to be fifty for flights, now it's first class Dubai
I been sitting in flights thinking 'bout all of the times
I spent getting it right, yeah, I've been getting right
I'm still getting right
I'm hearing voices in my head
Now I tell them to voice-record me when I'm speaking
I'm hearing voices
I can hear all these voices, yo
I made a choice, I got my voice, I made a sound, I'm making noise
F8 Ferrari cutting through like it's a Porsche
I just hope my family's proud of me
I became a monster, never had no helping hand
So much gun smoke in the air
How the fuck did I make it here?
We solve our problems with revolvers
Go fetch the stick, we need a bulldog
They tried to close the door, I went and broke the doorframe
They think I'm tapped, what makes you think I'd leak my own tape?
Let the leakers leak this shit, coming like cocaine
Turn this hot summer day into a cold day
Heater to your face, I'll push it back like it was nose spray
Caskets turning cases, **** praying it's a cold case
Charlie Brown, my **** get it in both ways
I'm so indie, I rock a show like it's Coldplay
I need Lizzo, I don't really need a soulmate
Oliver's twisted, he came in asking for more flake
"Can I have some more please?"
Sniff it till his nose bleed
His daughter's sick, but he's loving the way the raw taste
He spent his money
It's Christmas time, but all she's getting is a "sorry"
Santa ain't coming, he too busy being a snowman
Now her heart is getting cold, she has no hope left
Yeah, hmm
First off, mami
Jump in the car with me
I'm singing harmonies, why you always arguing?
Give me my crown
King of the town
I made a sound, I did my family proud
That war, too many years they gave him until he's home
Day-Dates, no more Datejust ones
These revolvers came in, the wrist froze
She was my first love
You ever seen a queen taking her shirt off?
I have a thing for piling money to the first floor
Why do **** tell the truth when they get Perc'd off?
The worst part
The way I'm living, I was worse off
Why do the cleanest hearts always have the worst past?
This life I live, I wanna show you where it hurts most
In my DMs, said you knew me since my first song, it worked out
Hooyo's second, but her worst child, I'm turnt now
I lift myself, I watch the workout, third round
I see the future with my mask on, mask off
Don't need a feature, I got all in by myself, I'm going all in
1AM, we argue till the morning
Don't ask me why I weren't calling
In the Cullinan, I'm riding 'round uno
I want my life to be mine again, baby, yeah
This lifestyle's fucked and it's driving me crazy, yeah
And I can't sleep when you're not in my room
If you call my phone, I'll spin the Benz through
And when you at home, just call me
And when you alone, just phone me
One night with me make you feel brand new
Ooh, ooh
Ooh
Ooh, ooh
Mm mm mm mm, mmmmm
[Verse 2]
I got a short temper, keep a tool
Get it?
Short 'cause it's tall
I lost some friends I had, we was cool
They tried to snake me out like I'm a fool
Still in the ends, it's business as usual
I watched a dealer turn into a user
I seen a scammer have it all and lose it
Make it back, but lost it in his head
Money is evil, never knew the meaning
Knew you snaky from the way that you dress
Keep it on me when I'm in Amiri
'Cause all this money in it, I'ma spend it
I can't really trust a soul, I put it on my pole
Still ducking the constable, my driver on parole
He'd be sat doing jail time if this vehicle wasn't high performance
Take a left, you better do it fast, the vehicle's going past, looking like informers
Lean pouring on my left, I got around two litres sitting in this Sprite
I seen a fiend injecting his neck, I took a sip of lean and now I'm feeling a'ight
Pour up, we sip this shit like, "So what?"
PTSD, it's so fucked
I watched these **** grow up
Brother's burying brothers
Cousins are beefing cousins
Aunties and grieving mothers
We still gon' beef each other
Still keep a stick with bullets
Three-eights, four-fives, we talking revolvers
For all the times my hooyo would warn us
Should've listened, I knew you were informing
Never listened, should've known you a snitch
Open cases, closing cases on ****
He say, she say, you a bitch
My other **** blind, he walk with a stick
Both of these three-eights keep on revolving
I'm like a cowboy riding these horses
Wraith's entertainment, live for the moment
Counted us out, but now they involve us
Crusing Mali's in them jamming foreigns
We going hard for our little brothers
Shoutout my marj for keeping me humble
Give my all and everything I got
I remember when they all forgot
I weren't getting nothin', I ain't stressing none
When's all this hate gon' turn into love?
I pray my paigons turn into dust
How can I ever be a CEO if I can't take it like a boss?
I'm having one-on-ones with the Lord
Now I just pray for those we lost
We move
Gangsters around me, they shoot
Life full of drugs and abuse
I'm from a place where you're right, I won't show you methods we used
We are the own ones bringing us down
If I had a say, I'd free up the town
Break all these chains I'm sittin' in now
Free my ****, pray they all coming out
Ooh ooh, we keep a stick with these jewels
Look at these drugs we abuse
Made me so heartless, don't need no feature 'cause I'm an artist
They've already told you that I'm the hardest out
Don't show me a deal unless it's large amounts
Over and out, mm
Written by: Arthur Bean, Mohamed Dahir