Young, Wild & Ruthless

They were never with me I was hustling for days Struggled in my j's the way I suffered for the cake And I'm still running in a race My minds kinda messed up Am fighting who I summoned on a vase And when it rains it pours We have problems I was trying to fight Don't know if I'll die tonight Speaking from my homie cah my bro is all alone When he was sitting on the Isle of Wight If I tell you but my struggles are you gonna relate Right now I'm sitting in the world where all the honest are fake And there's women that give the body up for the pay I'm posted with the Gs keep it 100 a day We were dodging death like we were tryna do the limbo Little bro admiring the trappers through the window Talking from the soul that this is not what it seems But me and bro still got the work rate from when we been broke Tell the double M to run my 1.5 Messing with the click getting punched on site Got the rucksack from Jays is a gift from God If they're on it they better bring 100 guys And my family were fighting for some scraps and I blocked half them donnies they were squabbling for cash Cause when the man died it's like my family went to trash I want a convo with my uncle I can't say that to my dad They can never stop me man I am young wild and ruthless Everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is So stop acting stupid haters study studying my regime Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans Them girls didn't rate me look who's laughing now On the phone to bro I'm in a passie on the roundabout I ain't scared of nothing only karma going right around My brother needs some backing Swear to God that I'll be sliding out The saying that I'm free I know I'm trapped inside a world And my work is full of beauty but they can't respect my soul And my heart begins to sink when I be feeling all alone Even when I'm in a party with a thousand of the bros I know I'm drowning in my thoughts my worth is past 100 thou Disrespect me with comparison offended I can't blame myself Working with the holy dem man dere can find a way to hell Screaming out my lungs nobody tried to find a way to hell I'm losing love they're fake as well The olders start to lose their Touch Losers getting washed away do you not get them confused with us I'm different And you wouldn't know it's deeper than the bars Tell me why I need to grind when all the games already ours Tell the Gs to play their part I join my hands and pray for the Bros Trust the Lord to guide you through in this life cause it can change In just a second need protection when your fate is unknown I'm asking for the Holy Spirit when I stay on my own They can never stop me man I am young wild and ruthless Everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is So stop acting stupid haters study studying my regime Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans Them girls didn't rate me look who's laughing now On the phone to bro I'm in a passie on the roundabout I ain't scared of nothing only karma going right around My brother needs some backing swear to God that I'll be sliding out I'm Michael Angelo for real you've got to give me time Basquiat to Francis I am the realist you will ever see Calais up to Lille I need some peace to find a better me If I'm meant to fall apart then that is what is better be Cause I ain't showing love to any person who don't show it back And knowing that I can never travel in peace when on a cul-de-sac so Show me where your motives at Trying to make an older go legit he's got the coldest smack And I've got the biggest smile when it's dinner time Outside of Tesco three cards on my left and they be trying to take my My cut but ain't nobody getting rid of mine Donny messing up so how we managing on thinner ice You know it costs a lot to live a little And they believe I'm making waves I'm on some little ripples The town is filled with many things that have you feeling brittle I've been the hardest out the youth and that has been official Tell the double M to run my 1.5 Messing with the click getting punched on site Got the rucksack from Jays is a gift from God If they're on it they better bring 100 guys And my family were fighting for some scraps I blocked half them Donnies they were squabbling for cash Because when the man died it's like my family went to trash I want a convo with my uncle I can't say that to my dad They can never stop me man I am young wild and ruthless Everything is fake nobody knows what the truth is So stop acting stupid haters study studying my regime Life was kinda cool when I would party in them grey jeans Them girls didn't rate me look who's laughing now On the phone to bro I'm in a passie on the roundabout I ain't scared of nothing only karma going right around My brother needs some backing Swear to God That I'll be sliding out