Business, Never Personal

Stacks told me, "Start writing, start training"

But I ain't gonna lie, all them summers got draining

But I need to stop spending, start saving

They're asking me for favours before they ask me how my day's been

It's calm though, don't take nuttin personal, it's business gang

I started with a Q, now I'm 'bout to be a businessman

My business plan, probably go clear and cop a hundred bricks

I gotta keep it on me, I got beef with like a hundred pricks

This time I gotta make it

Cah I know the feds operating

Probably want me wrapped up in an operation

They gave D eighteen for not cooperating

Shit, I know a guy, got thirty-five for a conversation

I'm still slanging out the T, that's my occupation

Yo, I need a clean run, I hate complications

I've been down bad, this money kinda compensating

Shall I be a rapper or a jacker? I'm still contemplating

Bro, I don't care about no blogs

I'm in the middle of the city with the mob

Yo, I'll shout the stain boys and get you robbed

Bro, if rap don't work, I'm selling bobs akh

I can give your main squeeze a job

And you don't know me like you think you do

So don't think you know me cah you watched some little interviews

I be in the T, splitting thirty-sixes into two

Someone's getting bun if I'm in the mood

KayMuni, I should be staring at the ocean

One thing you should never do is act out of emotion

I'm in motion, I can't even say what we just did

Feds kicked the door, found the rocks, I got busted

I fucked it, I probably shoulda planned a getaway

Come like Muni never get a break

We'll leave your boy swimming in the S-E-A

My West ting texted me like, "When you come, come and get me Kay"

I wanna be a millionaire like Jessie J, so fucking bad

You can't fuck with them and fuck with us, are you fucking mad?

Million dollar pussy, she ain't never seen a hundred bags

Used to be my bae, now she a fucking slag

Ah, shit, I'm sorry for my language

They're calling me a rapper, I ain't planned this

Yo, you look beautiful in black and in white you outstanding

But you always fall for nerds, don't understand it

You say I'm outlandish, true, we're following our own law

It's hard to be humble cah, bro, I been so poor

The guy a couple doors down been in jail since '04

I hit more shots than a golf course

I should be in a penthouse with an ocean view

Rap or hit the T, what I'm 'posed to do?

I don't know which one I'm closer to

Give you POV from a smoker's room

I gotta put my trainers on, sosh is soon

I wet him on the landing even though I got loads to lose

But who fucking cares?

Yo, I hate all of them screws, they're fucking weird

Bitches called me ugly and now they wanna fuck in pairs

I ain't gonna lie, I seen some stuff in there

My cell cleaner hung himself, same day, had to get another cleaner

It's been two days, we broke down another nina

You know how it goes, you go jail, if you love her, leave her

Cah you don't wanna find out she got another geeza

Ah, bro, trust me, that's so sad

Tell me how the fuck you so pretty but you so bad?

Had to send the re on the train, there was no cabs

Sent the pack out on the line, they spun both pads

Ah, shit bro, fucking hell

I ain't gonna lie, bro, I hate being stuck in jail

I should be on a beach sipping liquor from a straw

Yo, I'm 'bout to say I made it from the fours