Sad

I just done a ten minute drive for an unfair fight

That's a four on two

True say, this Nokia seen half the country

Maybe this year, I'll start touring too

Man got way too much time on their hands

Bro, try understand who you're talking to

Anyhow, my Killy come with a razor

That's a free shape-up, someone line this yute

Before I stepped in that meeting with Sony

I splashed my face, put my line on vibrate

Just the smell of this pack, probably made man's eyes

Bloodshot and my pupils dilate

Bro, I wish I could let man slide

But my pride too heavy to let a man violate

If a man wan' risk it, turn man statistic

My bruce gon' boost up the crime rate

Apparently, I glamourise trapping

As if man's history is something to brag about

Shit, I ain't got much I can flex with

But I got a whole load of shit I can rap about

Bro, fuck an expensive chain, my rent gets paid

When a fiend starts catting out

Really sent out a thousand texts

XXX, some shit that I'm sad about

Look, I ain't got gonna lie to my listeners

If I don't buss this year, then I'm done

For years, man slung this shit on my ones

Next year, I need the grub coming in tons

The grind addictive like nicotine

Cigarette smoke still fill up man's lungs

In a dilemma like Kelly, I need me a belly

But I ain't gonna fight for no crumbs

Got word of a vacant spot

Now three of us based off taking stock

My young body on a road trip down to Bradford

I like the food that the Asians got

This year, I'm really on a Milly chase

I ain't doing dinner dates, let alone a vacay spot

The hooptie I'm in, cost less than my outfit

I couldn't care less about the latest drop

Stepped in a function fresh from the trap

My hoodie tied tight and my sidebag bulging

Way before I heard Doja Cat

I give the local cats something they could indulge in

Became accustomed to the pressure

Whatever they throw at me, you know I ain't folding

Truth be told, I ain't never had a problem

A quick phone call, a flicky ain't solving

They told me to stop freestyling

Apparently, the music I make ain't mainstream

Shit, as long as the outcome's income

Music money never been man's mainstream

The T turns boys to men

Shit, Glizz was a man way before he turned eighteen

Best decide how you want to survive

You gon' risk your freedom, or risk your safety