My Ones (feat. Ms. D)

Last summer, I cried tears at Benga's funeral

The day my brother got nine years

Writer's block, heart stopped

Oh my God, I need my mind clear

If the good die young, then tell me, why the fuck am I here?

Studyin' my purpose, layin' out my spirit in these verses

Twenty-four, soundin' like a sermon

If lives can be taken in a flash, I'ma snap

Then these rappers only diss me

'Cause they don't think that I'll shank them

And safe, where we going now?

'Cause they hate me and I know it now

Always wantin' my spot, I guess they show it now

On mic, I can't take a check, the motto's cash, son

And I don't make threats, I just am one

Other night, my bro ran from the can

He told me, "Keep goin' hard"

VO for them link-ups, he's really behind bars

I pray you stay safe the whole time, brother

'Cause fuck goin' prison, being my brother

What, you really wanna know how I'm feelin'?

Yeah, I smoke weed for obvious reasons

If you was in your teens like me and on the scene like me

And I passed you the zoot, you might need it

I've been facin' my demons

So keep your opinion, who needs it?

They will bring up what you've done wrong, but not your achievements

I've got everybody judgin' me, leave it

Keep your credit for me, I can call on God when I need Him

These showers don't wash  my sins away

But I pray, I'ma be okay

I face devils in town on a day-to-day

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

And these showers don't wash my sins away

But I pray, I'ma be okay

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

And big up all the girls I thought I wanted

Who ended up as ones I thought I wanted

Fuck namin' names 'cause that's a long ting

But I ain't tell you love me, hope you're doin' lovely

And if I'm such a fuckboy, don't tell no one that you fucked me

It's courtesy of late nights of me and my thoughts

Cuttin' people off like, "Nah, I don't wanna talk"

So tell me what your manor's like, mine's kinda mad too

Circle full of clean hearts, my friends still got stab wounds

Backstage in Manchester blazin' zoots

Like tell Charlie I've got angels too (Amen)

It's good vibes only when I roll through

But all I see is fuck-ery, this a halo tune

'Cause nowadays the youth, dem are so lost

They don't want no job

Rather eat another man's plate, I'm like, "Oh, God"

I ain't sold no box, you trap, ****, so what?

I've got weed like a shotter and I don't shot

Man, it takes a lot to stay positive in negative times

I'm not a wicked man, still lick you with the wickedest rhymes

Ban your gun talk, you're stuck if I stick you with lines

Still alive in the stickiest times

Been rushed 'cause Chippy don't run

Took the check on my ones

Got back up on my ones, now I stick with my ones

What, you really wanna see me dead? Just do it, then

I'll be livin' till my time comes, yeah

These showers don't wash my sins away

But I pray, I'ma be okay

I face devils in town on a day-to-day

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

And these showers don't wash my sins away

But I pray, I'ma be okay

Just pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

I pray You keep all my ones safe

Safe, safe