(LA Beats)

RV

Soon as I turned eighteen, feds had me in Feltham doin' up chart show

Judge put seven on my back, Ronaldo

'018, went back 'cause I'm savage, came home, hit twenty-one in the charts though

Told my tailor he gotta leave room for the G19 when he pattern these cargos

Make it beat like Amapiano

I don't care if he's purple or green, put a shell inside, avocado

Made Mercedes money on my pedal bike, them times, I didn't have a car though

T house settings weren't fit to live in, if that was now, I would've shout Kwajo

Thought he was a real ****, but he's a bitch like Darkoo

If I was down to my last pound, still would've gave bro fifty P

And he switched on me, all I can do is kiss my teeth

Let me sip my tea and wait for the hitters get you

No one can intervene, I put that on my sister's nephew

Where's the sexy girl that love gunman?

You know that's my type, my man said he's gon' touch man

Yo, that's a Y, fire, fire

We fight fire with fire

When I wave my stick, I ain't conducting a choir

Should I be repenting or on a revenge ting? (Should I? Should I?)

Is the love real or are they pretending? (Is it real? Is it real?)

I don't wanna be famous, why the fuck's my video trending? (Why? Why?)

Do I really love uptown or do I miss the ends ting?

All of these questions, I ain't got answers, so I'm just venting

I was in my cell with the pen and the notepad

Now I open the notes app

All them years in jail, PTSD, I don't wanna go back

Got caught waps on a bad day, more time, I don't lack (No)

And you know that (Glee)

Stay with a glee like Kodak

Don't come out here if you got no wap (Don't)

All the **** that cheffed up, I chef a book for the recipes (Ching)

Do it like Pac-Man, give it more energy

Make your brethrens have to pour Hennessey

Pray I don't get drawn out, I don't want no more enemies

I'm tryna be a better me

Fans tell me I should up the work rate, imagine that

And if I wanted to rap in the first place, I'd back my chap (True)

Never did dash if it weren't jakes (Never)

Slingin' packs, I put pack on the streets, no earthquake

No cap, no cap, Allah's my witness

How can I ask for forgiveness and still live haram for the litness?

Should be reading Psalms or the scriptures

Got beef with some old friends, gotta crop half of my pictures

Had to let go of the past before I got a palm full of blisters

Should I be repenting or on a revenge ting? (Should I? Should I?)

Is the love real or are they pretending? (Is it real? Is it real?)

I don't wanna be famous, why the fuck's my video trending? (Why? Why?)

Do I really love uptown or do I miss the ends ting?

All of these questions, I ain't got answers, so I'm just venting