Legacy

I just say I'm good, mum don't know my stresses

I'm more independent than some VVS's

We can talk about all I've invested

But sometimes more and more it lessens

No comment in the station, bitch, I'm clueless

I got a million pound dreams and they're lucid

Ain't doing maths, no, these are different kinda rulers

I'm wearing all black, just how I like my jurors

No cap, I've played the streets for some time now

I pray my kid don't ever try take up this lifestyle

Every night I pray to God for repentance

Bro, my stash spot an easy ten year sentence

Times I didn't wanna rap no more

But it's the only way that I won't have to trap no more

Level up and say "I don't live in the ends no more"

Boy, I had to risk my freedom with them tens and scores

The streets know I'm in the ride if we gotta slide

The fifteen years I've been rapping, bro been locked inside

No label, no distro

The streets made sure shit was gravy like Bisto

If I ain't in the booth killing 'em then me and bro's working out dividends

We just broke a whole one down in the living room

And rap came secondary

My cooking the crack game legendary

I came up where Christmas ain't never merry

This is where them little hoes will trap you with a baby

And **** think I'm rich 'cause DJ Kenny played me

Most these bitches and these dudes are strange

In my pocket like some loose change

No telling what they wouldn't do for fame

And when them bloggers make a rap list, I don't even notice

Your favourite rapper's gonna let you know that Torm's been the coldest

I know shawty getting close 'cause she's thinking I might just blow

She don't know everything I got came out the Pyrex bowl

All money into this thing, stack dough alike

Fans wanna see me get my flowers, it's only right

My OG's got lifed off and shit weren't about money

It'd scare you to death, some shit that I found funny

No silver spoon, we been poor

All I know is cooking raw

Only laws I respect is my in-laws

Only singing that I only ever know is these songs and Singapore

God put no snitching in my core

So much on my mind, I just put it in these songs though

This one's for the trappers like a Monzo

Bro on the phone calling just to let me know that it's my calling

The streets think of me when the Henny's pouring

And after the streets killed broski

I just wanted the get-back, before that I just wanted a Rollie

Long story short, I'm tryna make it through music

I got a million pound dreams and they're lucid