My Story

I know consistency is key But it's hard to stay consistent when you're in the mix and consistently a G I'm still dishin' out them keys, so I'm sorry if you're missin' me on beats Wanna know why I'm missin'? Listen to me, please I walk around town with enough jewels to change a nigga's life So I gotta keep a pipe that'll take a nigga's life And all them races on my bike, police chases from the racist in the night Now, I'm with my niggas racing in Dubai All I ever done was trap, then I changed it to the mic But this beef will never change, that shit's engraved into my lifе I lost some niggas that I love, their namеs engraved into my ice But, wait, caught some niggas slippin' first, I made 'em pay the price When I was young, never thought I'd be debatin' on a price With my youngers, ready to go take a nigga's life And when they take this nigga's life, know I'm breakin' 'em a slice Turn your block more smokey than Jamaican nigga's nights Are they racist, fam? Tryna be funny? Or tryna relate to man? Sixty-year-old businessman, tryna fist bump me Instead of comin' shake my hand Like I ain't the same as man They judge me in the meetings before I even get to say my plan Plus, every time I hit the booth, my nigga needs a rental car My nigga needs some money now My nigga needs a brick on loose My brother's on the road to jail, and he needs a home as well Them man just lost a phone as well, that's another rack to Broski's girl You know the crew's fire Amount of sticks I lost I could go and fuckin' start a huge fire Tryna focus on business and move higher Still gotta trip and show them whoes flyer Stuck up on the road like a new tyre, you liar Meanwhile, them clowns still tryna speak on my name But between all them lames Them boys ain't never left nothin' for us to sleep in the rain But really rappin' 'bout them shootings, find it cheeky and strange You can find me where the Ps to be made Me and my BM started speakin' again I know she shed a tear, when I had to leave, it was pain But at least you get to weep in the Range Sometimes I don't see my daughter for couple weeks, and it's pain But if I'm sittin' there, every day, my dreams slip away Then I'll be broke and mummy will be actin' more funny Than she's been when I'm paid G Dots, it's been a while since I've been to your grave 'Cause Billy and your brother died, and it's increasin' my pain I feel them streets in my veins, them streets feel it the same Mum had me at eighteen and she was feelin' to blame And, mum, I'm feelin' your pain But my dad could've been there Or a fed and Fred would've been just the same Thought all I need is a chain, now all I need is a plane Turned myself to a business, now it's easy to say Right now, I'm legally and illegally paid So, I could quit rap today, look like I'm streamin' away So many hoes that I pipe, I don't even know what I like I just know they don't love me, I need to hold me a wife So I can settle down and focus in life Or I'm gonna die alone in this life with just a whole load of ice Still the scariest time is goin' home in the night I gotta keep my eyes so open and wide Just in case they get the lo' on my home and I didn't know And they tried, that's how we got the lo' on your bro He had to go to the sky Every day, this is really how it goes to survive, how it goes in this life How I'm grown, and I still gotta go with my knife Even when I fucking go to Dubai, I only get peace when I'm closin' my eyes I used to only wear designer, now I'm heavy on design Now, when they're askin' what my tracky is, I'm tellin' them, "It's mine" I didn't buy it in no shop, my G, I get it from my mind I used to sell my stock in trap houses, now I'm sellin' it online And, you can ask about me in Dubai, I'm quite a naughty dude It don't matter what year it is, 'cause every year, I pull up to them clubs and I bring them back to 1942 And every girl in my section, they get in quite a naughty mood I got some OGs forward that got thrown in a slammer But that's how it can go when you been holdin' a hammer Free uncs, last time you was on road Man, they didn't have no phones with a camera Picture that, I can't stand that Meanwhile, the feds still tryna take me to prison for the way that I'm livin' They tryna blame me for killings Go to Kick Game with warnings, try stainin' my image First, it was my mum's house, now, they're invadin' my business While I'm still gettin' chased by these dirty little girls that never had a job And think they're worth Birkin and Chanels Then Lil Dots hit me, said a fan's workin' in his jail And if I DM him he's due to bring some certi in a cell, yo I send so much, was worthy for a Hell But, I kept faith in God, kept workin' and prevailed My nigga tried to hide the hate, and once I couldn't hide the cake It wasn't workin', I could tell That shit was hurtin' me as well I ain't got no game, it's my chain that's does the flirtin' with the girls And I don't dance, but I got Cocaine that's twerkin' on the scales Everybody got a story, I just laid it more real My story was a sad one, but I changed it for real My story started in a small house, exchangin' for deals Now, the penthouse got three stories, like Jason Bourne films From all the pain I ordeal Only way to ease this pain is by makin' more mills and takin' more souls I'm bookin' visits for Stro like I'm bookin' visits for Blackz I'm bookin' visits for LD, I'm bookin' visits for Babz I'm havin' meetings with designers, havin' meetings with stylists Sendin' money to VD, I'm sendin' money to Trigz Since I got with Kick Game, everyone I know wants a couple of kicks My jail niggas need one for their chick and then some more for their kids So many real niggas that come on the list How could I say, "No" to my brothers when none of them switched? Meanwhile, I been workin' on a couple of hits No music, laid somethin' down, we got another one mixed And I got ten jibs to find out where another one lives And then we're comin' equipped, but we ain't burglin', it's one in your wig Gobis mum turned in a .38, his mum was a snitch, damn My little nigga was the son of a bitch My credit was so good, and that's because I come from the strip So, before I ever bought a house, I put one on the wrist I know them streets need Fred's heat back It's like I battle with myself, it really gets me mad 'Cause if I focus on rap, I'll be a deadbeat dad But, if I focus on bein' a dad, I'll lose the bread we had And, if I don't play my role on the block, then they'll say I'm actin' different But, if I go back too much, then I'll go back to prison My life's full of bad bitches, and bad decisions Rap don't last forever, now I'm tryna handle business 'Cause I don't focus on these businesses then when this rap finishes I'll be on them interviews talkin' 'bout some flowers that I'm owed Like, allow it, bro, you're old Real hustlers take all their fuckin' flowers as they grow I'm the type to make some flowers from the snow Spendin' hours at the stove Now, they give me 60-thousand for a show I spend a hour then I go, I spend a hour with a hoe I spend a thousand like a joke, you niggas soundin' like your broke How can I be a good rapper, good dad, good businessman A good boss, a nice boyfriend, a good trapper? I couldn't do it all even if I had some powers and a cape Nah, there just ain't enough hours in a day I got the Gempar, but they said it takes some hours on a train I didn't know no one, so I would go shower with my blade Now, I'm a first-class Emirates customer You boys ain't never showered on a plane, I got a mountain full of 'caine My life's gotten hard, now not to be soundin' like I'm vain When the price of a Lamborghini car is soundin' like a chain Me and nobody in London is soundin' like the same I never jumped on no one's wave, fam, they found me in my lane Now niggas mad at me they're broke, fam that's soundin' like the blame Now, you're soundin' like a lame No one ever gave me nothin', fam, I found it on a train Yeah, you thought that he was gutter So they found him by the drain, surrounded by the grain You know, they found it in his brain, and bullets in his chest The streets know we passed, every time we're put on to the test Don't invest in no guns, go and put it in a vest Snatch a body from his breath, now we're lookin' for the next Since 2020 in West, we put it in the best Three bodies, now we're up to like six AMs But, we ain't lookin' for a rest Catch him slippin' when he's lookin' for his breakfast I had half a million in chains when shhh slipped up But, I was drunk, so I took him for his necklace I shouldn't, but I'm reckless She said that she likes me while she's starin' and lookin' at my necklace This dumb little lighty don't even know she's lookin' at a deathwish 'Cause someone's gonna die if they try to take these And, someone had to die before I could even make these That's the realest shit you'll ever hear, them man had to shed a tear All the issues that I go through make it hard on Fred's career And, damn, my nigga Woo, I still can't believe it's true I still can't believe it's you First Billy, then you Real talk, I can't believe it's two Still, it only took a week or two, pop out like, "Peek-a-boo" Leave a nigga sleepin', too So, mind out who you're speakin' to Mind out where you're sleepin', too Have my shooters creep in through and leave 'em through Last three patterns, no one didn't even get nicked, we didn't leave a clue This year, I might grab the Rolls like I need a poo Pull up with a star, and I got stars in the ceilin', too 7K a month on the rent, you should see the view I wish Billy could see it too Funny, sometimes, I don't know where this life is leadin' to Really, fam, I need a clue All I know, them streets are a myth The realest niggas get birded, they find God then preach to the kids About, "This life isn't worth it" All them years in jail must made them guys forget How hard it gets when life isn't workin' No sex, but you're dreamin' to get inside of a German Went to jail for a stabbin', came home and done another one Like my knife wasn't learnin' Now, you can get a nine for seven grand, like it's Birkin I'm grindin' for certain Amount of time that Sav put his knife in a person Thought my guy was a surgeon Before Cat and Bambi, all my Lycas were twerkin' I been overlappin' niggas When it comes to rappin' and trappin' like the mic was a circuit Now, the game's full of fucking clowns, like it's a circus It usually takes hoes two years to get tired of me Gettin' all inside of their cervix 'Til they realise it's more to life like holidays and nice little purses That I ain't gonna purchase Even though she knows I'm nice off these verses And, my ring and watch is three hundred, like Lil Durk is I make shit go happen in the flats You know what happens with them straps While you been cappin' in your raps If you ain't with this pattern, then move out of the way All my niggas get it crackin', yours are out here to play They get one chance like minefield 2008, in 2012 my phone was on 2000 a day Take my niggas out to eat, that's two thousand a steak Tell them boys, "Try to keep up," they're two hundred thousand and late Everybody's a shooter, welcome to 2000 and fake Two nights, no cap, 60-thousand a Tape Ask my niggas Zeus, straight cash, livin' proof Nigga, what? Nigga, when? Nigga, who? Tell me who you did it to, you know what me and my niggas really do For my nigga Woo, get it on your door like it's Deliveroo Or that boy we did it to, them niggas must be dumb I got a couple businesses, but, still, my business isn't done That means I'm comin' for you niggas, and I'm comin' for riches Let me welcome you to this, this is Unfinished Business