Yeah

They ain't never took so much drugs as me

As who?

(Hello, Sevaqk)

Young ****, I was broke, had to rely on the school for lunch

Fast forward five years, sendin' youngins to cunch

The jakes told me that it was one of you out of the bunch

And I eat that pussy, she just serve filet mignon

Love triangle, I call that a pyramid, boy

Shotgun shots to the head just like I'm a Ritalin, boy, yeah

And she told me that I'm pretty, so I feel like Floyd

She ain't never took a pill on first flight, get you void

Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah

Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

I told bae that I need time, yeah

Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

I'm close to the edge, so please don't push me, please don't give me a reason

Where I'm from, you catch a body, that's an achievement

Told my young G, "You can't be broke another season"

Gotta wrap them things, burn the cling, you have to seal 'em

'Cause if they burst in your belly

We gonna have to carry you in a hearse to get buried

Born into the greaze, man, it's a curse, boy, it's tekky

Keep my eye on the P's, nah, we ain't flirting with no jezzys

Free my **** in the cells, Moss Side to Lozells

This guy's like Pimpernel, crack in their fingernails

They put the food in the street, we just tryna hit the sales

Fuck the jakes, stay on my wave, man, I'm feeling like Bigavell

Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah

Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

I told bae that I need time, yeah

Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

Primary school days, we would play stuck in the mud

And now my friends are trapping, just tryna get out of the mud

Starter pack, food in the Persil bag, scales, and some gloves

I wasn't funded by no label, I was funded with drugs

I know the struggle

I know the dogs who really bark, I know the muzzles

Can't let your environment trap your mind, gotta clock the puzzle

I know **** who are down but up, I know **** who are up but down

Getting money don't end these struggles

Things on the brain, but I don't complain

More time, just hibernate and smoke weed

Gyally wanna blow me off, I blow trees

Tell 'em fall back, I'm working on me

Late nights when I think 'bout shit that I've been through and the things that I've seen

Chattin' to A about PTSD long before you heard the CD

Yeah, I told bae to give me time, yeah

Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

I told bae that I need time, yeah

Ten stacks on therapy because I'm traumatised

I pray at night like, "Heavenly Father, can you help me?"

All this weed and all this liquor so unhealthy

Ain't feeling myself, but fans still want a selfie

They can't read me like a book and they can't shelve me