Life's never picture-perfect

If you want shit, you gotta go and earn it

Sixteen of us, Christine

It's like the other day, I was still servin'

Can't tell me 'bout the level-up

That trap phone, it does petty stuff

And half them **** tryna flex with us

And half these women want sex and stuff

I'm feelin' myself

Yo, I used to go so hard, I was killing' myself

And when shit don't work, don't never look health

Feels good to say I did it myself

I could sit and cry about sad times

About how my dad died, but I'm feeling blessed

This pack needs a press, and my bitch gotta be a ten

**** used to be on, but I know that they lost it

I'm fed up with gossip, don't listen to rumours

Bros talking units, big wap, Phillip of Wotsits

Like how many times did my Rollie tick? (Never)

Yeah, and I made a flip

I know about trips, I can tell who's really on, and who's really telling a fib

I wake up, I might do a bit of chest when I step in the gym

But I ain't taking no check, bros still working wrist when he presses his ting

And it ain't nothin' but love when I step in my hood, I'm good

My shoe costs me a stack don't step on my boots

And if I ain't tripling up, don't step on the bush

Shit used to be wrong, then I made it right, think I might take me a flight

Don't take life personal, if there's money in sight, I'm putting that first of all

We used to be good, but then them man fell off still cut you Deptford for gel off

And have problems putting bands in my denim but its minor

I heard someone talking 'bout Lyca, the mans fire, see shit changed

When it rained, I was grinding, now labels talking 'bout deals

I done two for 80 on four wheels and yesterday, I ate four meals

That's medium well with pepper and stuff and the phone line's pepperin' grub

But I won't change up, just look at the team, it's the same one, you can do the math

Because back then, we were stupid brats now I'm feeling obsessed with Gucci swag

I'm feeling this life, Pyrex, fill it with ice or I drip it

I was sitting in prison, I had no vision, now I see the prettiest women

And I can talk about pain, but I'm over that shit, I whip back over a brick

He's known as a snitch, and they run with it, I might just run with a brick

I ain't feelin' the price, yo were living in different times

And they're on a different grind, I do not know, I'm young, rich and I'm lit (I'm gone)